We headed over to the bar area first. Eric was working behind the bar. All the club masters spent time working in different parts of the club. I let them have their membership for free as part of them working for Team Blackwood and also helping out at my club.

“You can have one drink. What do you want?” I asked Patty.

“I need a few drinks. One is not going to get me through the night.”

“You said you read the club rules,” I grumbled. Depending on how the night goes, I might need to make sure Patty rereads them.

“Shit, I forgot about that. Okay, I’ll have my one. That rule needs to change. This is a lot to take in, and getting one drink is not enough to take the edge off.”

“Those rules are in place to keep people safe. Nobody should play with more than one drink. Someone could get hurt.”

Patty’s face turned a light shade of pink again. “I never thought about it that way. Can I have a glass of Moscato?”

Eric poured Patty a glass of Moscato and handed me a Cherry Coke. I needed all my wits with me in case things went somewhere and we ended up playing.

We headed over to the couches that faced the play area. I sat on the couch, and Patty went to sit next to me. I corrected her and had her kneel on the floor next to my knee. I thought she would protest at first. Instead, she looked around and noticed a lot of the Subs were kneeling on the floor. So she mimicked one of the other Subs in the area.

Once Patty was kneeling, I positioned her so she was looking at the play area and her head was resting against my knee. I stroked her hair lightly as she watched the area. I wanted her to take in everything, then we would discuss what she was seeing. It must not have been more than five minutes before I saw him coming toward me. Patty wouldn’t have seen him because he was behind her. I don’t think Neal noticed her either. This made me wonder if Brock had made it downstairs to see how Neal and Patty reacted to seeing each other.

Neal had been a member of our club for many years. He and Brock used to hack together, and we’d used Neal for a few of our operations when Brock was working on other projects.

“That looks like a pretty little Sub you have sitting next to your knees tonight. Can I have her when you’re done?” Neal said in his cocky voice.

I knew he wasn’t serious and was giving me shit to get on my nerves, but I felt Patty stiffen. I knew she recognized Neal the moment he opened his mouth. Neal barely finished his sentence before Patty jumped up and turned toward Neal.

“Who do you think you are talking to? I swear to God, I’m going—” Patty yelled.

I pulled Patty onto my lap and put my hand over her mouth. “I know you read those rules. You stated you read them earlier. You can’t speak to another Dom that way,” I whispered in her ear.

She stilled.

“Patty, what the fuck are you doing here?” Neal demanded.

The situation was escalating way more than I’d thought it would. I should’ve realized Patty and Neal might lose their tempers. The second I learned she was his boss, I should have sent Neal a text or had Brock do it.

“Both of you shut up for a second. People are looking,” I told them.

Patty went to say something.

“Patty, you’ve already broken the rules again,” I said. “Keep your mouth shut, and we will work this out.”

“Patty, I’ve been coming here for years, and Sam is my friend. I was giving him crap. This place has nothing to do with our work relationship or our friendship. I’m a Dom when I’m here, and what you did was disrespectful—and unacceptable inside this club. I know Sam would’ve made you read the club rules. You need to learn that we treat each other differently in here than we do outside,” Neal stated, his voice even.

I knew I wasn’t gonna like this. I didn’t want Patty’s first time in the club to be all about discipline. I wanted her to see what happened in Sanctorum, and hopefully she would come back. Then we could play together. “Do you expect me to punish her, Neal?”

“Yes. She broke the rules, and she needs to be punished. If it were any other Sub, you would have demanded the same thing. Which brings up the question of why you’re being lenient. This is nothing personal, Patty. We will still be best friends outside of here. You need to learn that it is different inside than it is when we’re outside.”

“Patty, you have two options,” I said. “I can take you to your car and send you home. That option, we will call it a night, and you’ll never be allowed back in the club. I’ll still be friends with you. Your other option is to take the discipline of Neal’s choice. If you complete your discipline, you can come back here again and be my guest.”

The world seemed to slow down while Patty was deciding.

Neal went on to explain, “Patty, I won’t have him discipline you in any way that you can’t handle. Also, I will let Sam administer the punishment. Typically, the Dom that you disrespect administrates the discipline. Remember that in the future, if you disrespect another Dom. Sam won’t be able to do anything to fix the situation next time. Since neither of us would be comfortable with me administrating your punishment, I’ll let Sam do it.”

“Are all these people going to watch my discipline?” Patty asked, waving at the group who had formed around our conversation.

“Yes. It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before,” Neal replied.

“What do you mean she’s seen you naked?” I demanded.

“Settle down, old man. We’ve been friends for years. Patty is more like a sister than anything. There’s been nothing between us and never will be.” Neal laughed.

The club was busier than usual, and I had a feeling Patty’s punishment would draw a big crowd.

“Fine. I know I yelled at Neal, and I’ll take the punishment that goes with that.” Patty’s voice dragged me back to the conversation.

Neal ran his hand through his hair for the hundredth time of the night. With a frustrated sigh he said, “Since I know Patty has never been disciplined in her life—I can also tell you have a thing for her, and I don’t want this to come between you and Patty—I’m going to let you choose the punishment. It doesn’t have to be more than a sting.”

I could feel the anxiety running down Patty’s body as I brought her close to my chest. Underneath all that fear, I could feel the arousal growing.

Guilt washed over me. I shouldn’t have let her come to the play area. It was all selfishness. I should’ve put her in the car with Bridget, but I’d wanted a night with her.

I called Brock over and told him the scene I wanted. While he worked on getting it ready, I pulled Patty in closer and nestled my head against her neck. Her vanilla scent wafted over me, and I breathed it in. The whisper of my breath along her neck made her shiver.

“Neal said ‘sting’ earlier. You’re not going to do to me what Doug was doing to that girl earlier, are you? I don’t know if I can handle that,” Patty said.

“I will not use a whip on you. I don’t think you’ll ever be a person that wants to be whipped. I think you’ll have more enjoyment being tied down, and then I can have you at my mercy.”

I moved my hands up to cup her breasts. Her nipples pebbled underneath my touch. Her breasts were so soft, and I knew she could feel the warmth of my hands through her top. “Stop,” Patty half protested as I played with her breasts.

“Patty, I want you to listen. If anything makes you scared, you need to say the word ‘red.’ Everything will stop, and we will figure out what went wrong.” I wanted to ensure she understood what was about to happen before we went into the scene.

We were standing in front of the black leather spanking bench. The thought of Patty’s round ass on display was making my dick hard. “Master Brock, I need you to lower the front a few more inches. Please.” While telling Brock what to do, I continued to stroke the underside of Patty’s breasts.

“Patty, I need you to climb up there and bend over.” When she hesitated, I swatted her ass, which made her scramble toward the bench. She was also grumbling as she walked up and bent over it.

I walked up, gently put my hand between her shoulders, and pushed her down. Patty had her arms crossed under her breasts. I pulled her arms out to the side, so she was on the bench. I strapped each of Patty’s wrists in leather cuffs attached to the side of the spanking bench.

I slowly dragged my finger along the hem then raised the dress to show her beautiful, luscious ass. Her pink G-string was more like a piece of thread. Everybody who had gathered around could see her pussy.

“This will be quick, and then you’ll be done.”

I walked over to the wall next to the spanking bench. Whips, paddles, and floggers were lined up alongside it. I picked a paddle the size of my hand.

“So this will be the first time you’ve been disciplined. I will not put any restrictions on you. You can scream and yell all you want, but remember: don’t cuss at your master or any other Dom. If it becomes too much, say your safe word, ‘red.’

“I’m going to begin your discipline. I think this ass is so lovely. What do you think, Master Neal?” I slowly dragged my hand over Patty’s ass. I could feel she was about to say something. Before Neal could comment, I started her discipline.

* * *

I was about to cuss Neal out again if he opened his mouth and said anything to Sam’s remarks. Then—wham, wham, wham—Sam hit me three times in quick succession. “Oh shit, that hurts.” Tears formed in my eyes from the pain that seared my skin. All I wanted to do was scream at the top of my lungs.

“Pleeease,” I pleaded with Sam and Neal. It hurt so bad.

Sam slowly ran his hand over my tender ass. “If you relax, it won’t hurt as bad.”

“Why don’t I paddle your ass and see how bad—”

Wham, wham. Sam cut me off with two more swats.

“It’s only going to be ten total, and we can put this behind us. You’ve already taken five. You’re halfway there.” Sam continued to run his hand over my ass while he was talking. Then his hand started to slip lower. I tried to squirm out of his way, but he dragged his hand through my folds. “You are so wet, Patty. Do you like what I’m doing to you?” Sam did five quick swats in succession. “All done, my little pixie.”

When those words came out of his mouth, all I wanted to do was cry. I felt so sorry for what I had done today. I hurt my sister and ended up yelling at my best friend.

Sam ran his hand over my ass a few more times before removing the restraints around my wrists. Then Sam had me in his arms. He walked toward the couches as I sobbed into his chest. I could also sense Neal was close to us.

“Neal… I’m sooo”—hiccup—“sorry I disrespected… you.” My voice came out so weak between sobs.

“I know, my little hacker. All is forgiven.”

When Sam sat down on the couch, he flipped me over and looked at my butt, which was more humiliating than anything. “Looks just pink and plump, the way I like.” He then leaned down and gave me a kiss on my ass. Before I knew what was happening, he flipped me back over, so I was cradled in his arms. “Patty, I know you said sorry to Neal, but I think you need to give him a proper apology.”

Neal had come over to where we were sitting. I could tell he was concerned. I believe that the punishment was as hard for him as it was for me.

I climbed off Sam’s lap onto the floor, wiping my face as I kneeled. “I’m sorry I disrespected and yelled at you, Neal. It took me by surprise, you being here. I understand this is somewhere that needs to be treated with respect.”

“That’s good enough for me, Sam. She sounds like she’s sorry. I would like a hug from my girl. Is that okay with you, Sam?” Neal asked.

Sam nodded, and I stood, wrapped my arms around Neal’s chest, and started to cry harder.

“It’s okay, Patty. You did well. Why don’t you sit with Sam for a while?”

I climbed back onto Sam’s lap and buried my face in his chest. After everything that happened, it made me feel safe and taken care of. The thought of all the mistakes I had made that day came crashing down on me. I lost it and started to cry harder.

* * *

It was so hard on me to have to discipline her. I’d never had to discipline someone on a first day in the lifestyle, but she’d broken the rules once, and I could not let her do it twice. She also needed to learn the difference between her relationship with Neal at Sanctorum and her being his boss. I was hoping that the discipline wouldn’t turn her away from the lifestyle.

Patty was still crying on my chest, and it took everything in me not to get upset. “You need to tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours. We need an open line of communication.”

“You hurt me, and you did it in front of all those people and in front of Neal.”

“You were so brave,” I murmured into her hair while stroking her back. As I continued to talk, her crying must have turned into exhaustion because she fell asleep on my chest.

When Neal noticed Patty had fallen asleep, he came back and sat next to us on the couch. “How did Patty end up here?” Neal sounded more concerned than angry.

“Your little boss here hacked her brother-in-law’s phone, which led her to the club. She hacked us and created an account, walked in and found Doug in a scene, and punched him in the face.” I still couldn’t believe the little pixie in my arms had knocked Doug to the ground.

Neal seemed to ponder his next words. “I didn’t know he had a membership here. Personally, I never liked the guy. He probably made himself scarce when I showed up. I frequently come later at night, so he must have been gone by the time I got here.”

“I revoked his membership. Never cared for him myself.”

Neal stood up. “Do you want me to take her home? I live one floor down from her penthouse.”

Sending her home with Neal was the right thing to do. There was just something about her that made me want to spend more time, though. “No, I will make sure she gets home.”

Neal’s movement of getting up from the couch must have woken Patty. “I want to leave,” she demanded.

“I don’t think you’re ready to go yet. You still need to stay here a little bit longer, and I want to make sure you’re okay.”

Patty pushed at my chest, trying to get out of my hold.

“Patty, can you stay here for a few more minutes? It’s not only you that had a hard time with this punishment, but it was also me. I’ve never had to do this to somebody on her first time in a club. We needed trust between us first. We haven’t been able to develop that trust. I did not like having to hurt you. So I need you to stay put and let me hold you because I also need it.”

Patty studied my eyes a little longer then rested her head back on my chest.

For the next hour, Patty stayed in my arms while I stroked her back and watched the scenes around us. That way, she could see what real Dom-Sub relationships should look like—not what she was put through tonight with her punishment.

“I think we’re both in a better frame of mind. I’ll walk you to your car.” She was starting to feel really good, and my dick had been hard for a few hours. If I didn’t get her out of my arms, I would do something I’d told myself I wouldn’t do.

“You don’t want to do anything with me?” Patty asked while batting her long eyelashes at me.

I rubbed my dick against her ass. “My body wants to do many things to you, but I’m going to walk you to your car, so you’re going to get a goodnight kiss. I want you to think about everything you saw here tonight. At the end of next week, I’ll give you call. You can see how you feel. I want you to research real submissive and dominant relationships this week. We will talk about them next week over dinner.”

“Okay, one kiss and tons of research for me. How come I feel like I’m the one that’s getting the raw end of the deal?”

“Believe me, you’re not the only one. I get to spend a week thinking about that luscious ass I got my hands all over tonight.”