Lexi

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Part of me was terrified for the girl they called either Cinderella or Cindy, but most of me was fascinated with the process.

When they pushed the tables together against the wall, they called it a stage, and in a bizarre way, it kind of was. So, she was basically on stage, leaned over with her hands on the seat of a chair, her legs spread so we could see everything — even how wide the plug was spreading her bottomhole. Someone shined a light directly on her pussy and it glistened. Was this making her wet?

McGyver stepped so she could watch him take his belt off, and I couldn’t see her eyes, but I could see her head moving with his hands while she watched.

I only thought I was horny before, because when McGyver held the belt in front of her face and she kissed it without being told, heat surged to my nether parts and my hips jerked a little. Bubbles readjusted his arm so it landed on my clit, and he pressed. I barely held my moan inside, and I curled closer to him.

I jerked again at the sound the belt made. It snapped, hard, and the slap of leather on flesh seemed to break all around the room.

A red streak appeared on both butt cheeks, and Cindy’s hands gripped the chair so tight, they were white. My already heated blood ignited inside me at the visual.

McGyver looked to the room, held his hands out in question, and everyone shouted, “One!”

Cindy came up for the seventh, but McGyver caught her before she ran, and a few people made, “Aaaawww,” noises while others laughed. Once she was back in place, McGyver did the thing where he asks with his hands, and the room shouted, “Still six!”

He stopped and rubbed her back a little, and leaned in to talk to her. She shook her head, he asked her something else, and she nodded.

I expected another strike, but he hit her once and then twice, one after another, and rested his hand on her back — not to hold her, but to assure her.

A moment later, the audience’s reply was “Seven and eight!”

He leaned to talk to her again, she nodded, and he took position again. The final two were just as hard as the others, and she was obviously fighting to stay in place. He didn’t touch her this time, and actually moved a few steps away. Finally, she stopped struggling, but her crying didn’t fade this time, as it had before.

The audience’s response this time was, “Nine and ten! Dummm-da-dummmm!”

I didn’t understand the sing-song part, but she stood when they did it, so it must’ve been a signal. Dawg walked to the table, she stepped to the edge. Dawg took her by the hips and set her on the floor. He took a few seconds to be sure she had her balance, but he stepped away from her when he let go.

She walked to a pool table alone, with no one by her side. No one was even close when she leaned over it and got into position, and it felt like a test she had to pass. Once she was in place, Dawg moved to the other side of the table and reached across to hold her arms. Dozer joined him, and they re-adjusted so Dawg held one and Dozer held the other.

“I’ll do the next twenty strikes in groups of five. Duke gets the final ten.” He took aim, but seemed to think better of it.

“She asked to be secured. We need to do the ankles.”

One of the prospects ducked under the table and scooted two heavy weights out. I was a little mortified when I realized little leather cuffs were chained to the weights. The prospect wrapped them around her ankles and buckled them. She was trapped, and I was scared for her.

“She asked for this,” Bubbles spoke softly into my ear, reminding me. He was right, of course. She’d hated having to be still for it, just as I did. I began to understand why Bubbles wanted me to take it without being bound. This seemed crueler from this side, despite the fact the actual cruelty was when you had to be still and take it.

The five sharp strikes hit one after another, and Cindy’s screams were shrill and loud. When McGyver finished, he turned and watched the clock. I paid attention, and realized he gave her exactly sixty seconds before he gave her the next five, despite the fact she hadn’t yet recovered from the first set. He did this four times, and turned his back on her while he put his belt back on and fastened it.

She was bawling her eyes out, but no one comforted her.

Meanwhile, Duke pulled a leather strop off the wall. I’d always assumed it was there so they could hone their knives, but no — it was for whipping women. It was two or three inches wide and a foot long, including the handle, and it was made of layers of leather.

Duke didn’t hit fast, one after another, but he only gave about ten seconds in between, and he hit so much harder than McGyver had. Cindy’s bottom was already bruising from the first thirty licks, and Duke’s strikes had to be impossible to handle. I was certain Bubbles had never struck me that hard.

Duke made her kiss the strap when he finished, and he looked back to Dawg. “Twenty minutes in the corner to show off her ass, then settle her in downstairs.”

I jerked a little when Bubbles stood with me in his arms, but I relaxed back into them when I realized he was probably taking me to bed.

“And with that, I believe it’s time to take my Half-pint to the back. No idea whether she’ll be in any shape for company when I finish with her, so say goodnight!”

Everyone laughed and yelled either goodnight or have fun or something comparable, and I buried my face in Bubbles’ chest, horny as fuck. I desperately hoped he’d give me as many orgasms as I wanted. Sometimes he keeps them just at bay, sometimes he gives me lots. I didn’t have a handle on his mood enough to even try to guess.

As soon as we reached his room, he settled me on the bed and started taking my clothes off. “You liked that.”

It wasn’t a question, but I answered anyway. “I never want that to happen to me, but watching it was hot. It wouldn’t have been if she’d been forced, but knowing she was choosing to accept it was…” Heated blood pulsed in my clit, and I nearly shuddered from the memory of the sound of the belt on her flesh.

He slid my pants and panties off, tossed them to the side. I lifted my arms so he could take my shirt off, and then lowered them so he could remove my bra.

“On your knees on the bed.”

He unfastened his belt and started working on his zipper, and I turned around and went to knees and chest.

“No, Lex. Oral training first. Knees. Not knees and chest.”

I turned to look at him, confused.

“I haven’t been bad!”

“Blow jobs aren’t just for bad girls. Training when you aren’t in trouble will be more fun. In fact, go back to knees and chest for a minute, before we get started.”

Bubbles

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I’d bought a vibrating butt plug, along with some other fun goodies, and had them delivered here. I dug my knife out of my pocket and opened packages until I found the one with the vibrating plug.

I warmed her up so she’d be able to take the plug, and slid it in without too much drama. As soon as it was in, I turned it on low, and suppressed a chuckle when she moaned and wiggled her cute little ass.

“Okay, Half-pint. Whirl around and give me your mouth.”

It turns out, her gag reflex nearly goes away if you get her horny enough. She’d need to learn to handle me at other times, too, but once she was worked up, I buried myself a few inches in her throat without shrinking myself too terribly much.

And fuck, her tongue on the shaft while my head was buried in her throat was damned heaven.

I had to use every ounce of my self-control to stay in her throat thirty seconds without moving. I managed it five times and decided it was enough to call it a training session. When I could finally fuck her face, I was rougher with her than I’ve ever been, but she kept her hands behind her and thrived on it instead of acting like I was killing her.

It probably didn’t hurt that I turned the vibe on high for that part.

I didn’t want to push her too far, so I pulled out and ordered her to knees and chest. My voice sounded gruffer than I intended, but she didn’t seem to mind. I took the plug out, stuck my cock in, and sank in at normal width — a helluva lot wider than the plug I’d just taken out.

While my beautiful, tiny Half-pint cried, screamed, and insisted it was too much — she pushed back on me, wanting more, and more. Her scent clearly told me it was a good hurt, and I plunged in, pulled out, and then went to town.

I knew she was close, but I also knew she wouldn’t be able to handle this much after she came, so I didn’t let her play with herself and I didn’t work to get her off.

Finally, when I was close, I ordered her to play with herself, and then barely managed to hold on when her orgasm grabbed her and threw her around the bed under me. Finally, it was time for me to empty myself into her, and fuck, I thought my balls turned inside out when I came.

I may have only managed to get half my length in her, but I was full size, and I pounded the fuck out of her ass.

“You aren’t a virgin back there anymore, sweetheart.” I sucked air into my lungs and collapsed beside her. I’m never out of breath, but her ass had done me in.

“You weren’t all the way in. I didn’t feel your body against me.”

“Doesn’t matter. You took me at full thickness.”

She sighed and snuggled into me. “I’m not sleepy anymore. I feel energized instead of tired. Can we go somewhere? I want to be out in the night.”

“You have your first self-defense class at noon, and then you work from four until ten, right?”

“I can sleep in tomorrow morning, and I’ll have all day Sunday for homework.”

I chuckled. “Wasn’t sayin’ no, just thinking of our schedules. Want to go for a ride? We could hit a club, or maybe get something to eat.”

“A ride would be nice, maybe across the ridge? I bet the city lights are beautiful, looking down from up there.”