Seven Scarlet Tales

‘Excuse me,’ said Sands, ‘nobody a

sked your opinion.’

I made to rise up, and he back-pedalled.

‘But no doubt you can make your own arrangements between yourselves.’

I relaxed again, wanting to know what was going to happen next.

‘I hope you’re going to behave yourself now, Ms Reddish. You are a very lucky girl. Two men want to address themselves to your rear. Not many women get this opportunity, you know.’

‘My night just gets luckier and luckier,’ I said.

‘Now, then, Leo. Let’s see what you’re made of.’

Leo’s hand landed, not particularly hard and rather clumsily, across the crack of my arse.

‘No, stick to the cheeks,’ advised Sands. ‘You can alternate or you can focus on one at a time. Focusing on one and excluding the other makes for a remarkably uncomfortable experience for your submissive, actually. I only do it when I’m feeling especially cruel.’

Leo began to rain spanks, first on my right cheek and then my left.

‘Harder,’ said Sands. ‘She won’t break.’

As Leo grew in confidence, I found myself respecting him anew. He wasn’t holding back now, and I liked it. Both liked and hated it, if I’m honest, but that tension was the thing that drove me wild and I wanted to keep it going.

Sands interspersed little nuggets of advice with the strokes.

‘Not so high. Yes, you can really see the colour start to deepen now. If you want to go down to the thighs, that’s fine. I think the inner thighs and more delicate areas are for the more advanced spanker. Perhaps another time.’

I gasped for breath, sweat prickling on my brow and making me itch. Leo had reawakened every iota of the sting from Sands’ previous work. Now it was flaring rapidly through me, relighting the fire between my legs, which seemed to have forgotten all about the relief Sands’ fingers had afforded.

I moaned and began to plead.

Leo stopped.

‘Is that enough?’

I didn’t know if he was asking me or Sands.

We both replied simultaneously.

I said, ‘For a start.’

Sands said, ‘What do you think?’

Leo pondered for a moment.

‘That’s a great colour,’ he said, then more awkwardly, ‘Callie, are you OK?’

‘I’ve forgotten what OK is,’ I said. ‘I can’t even answer. I’m a long way outside anything I thought would ever happen.’

‘Follow your desires,’ said Sands. ‘Don’t look to any preconceived schema of what’s right or acceptable. You won’t find one. This is about doing what you feel. What do you want now?’

‘I want your attention. Both of you. On me. On my body.’

‘You’re a greedy girl, aren’t you?’ said Sands. ‘You deserved that spanking. But I’m sure it can be arranged. Very well. Stand up and take off the rest of your clothes.’

I nearly fell off the chair, but I made it to my feet somehow and looked anxiously over to the door.