Oh hell. Adara’s pulse hammered in her throat and blood roared in her ears. Lightheadedness, associated with Julien’s presence, pointed to the twining of excitement and trepidation. When he opened one of the doors and guided her inside, her heart stuttered. The light snapping on overhead made her jump. There was no time to look around as Julien turned her to face him.
“Adara, you can accept a spanking or tell me no. Do you want me to stop?”
A part of her wanted to feel the bliss he’d already shown her while adding another layer. She shook her head, but her mind rebelled.
“As much as I want you naked, I’m not going to take the time to strip you. Your mental gremlins add too much fodder to your imagination.”
He simply backed her up until he could sit in the chair on the side of the room. She squealed when he pulled her across his lap—no, his left leg. When she tried to get up, he proved ready, putting one leg over both hers in a scissor motion, with one hand splayed between her shoulder blades. She couldn’t move.
“Adara, this is a spanking. Tell me what you did to deserve it.”
She gasped when he lifted her skirt and shifted her to pull down her panties. She couldn’t think. “Ah…I didn’t look at you when you told me to and didn’t answer your question.” Her heart pounded in her chest as she panted for breath. Her scrabble for the chair under him proved fruitless. His lower leg offered more substance for solid purchase. Her body squirmed without conscious thought with the conflicting emotions. The rough material of his jeans aroused her nipples through her shirt.
“That’s correct. Tell me, do you accept your punishment? For each offense you will receive three slaps on your beautiful ass. Is that clear?”
“Y-yes. I accept it.” Murky light gave the room an ominous quality, making its contents a blur.
Then he shifted his knee under her, diverting her attention. Her ass ended up in the air, open, exposed. Panic exploded in her mind while she felt the blood rush to her head.
“Yes what?”
“Oh. Yes…sir.”
She felt his hand caressing her ass cheek, gliding around each globe. She whimpered.
“So fucking beautiful.” In the haze of her mind, she detected the awe in his voice. He continued to rub her skin but with more vigor.
She groaned. Not for the first time, conflicting emotions battled for supremacy.
There was no time to prepare. Thoughts of prior beatings from her uncle filled her with terror. “Julien…” Maybe she could bargain with him. The first slap made her jolt forward. She cried out and tried to twist her body out of his grasp, but he was stronger, holding her secure.
“Count, Adara, or we start over.”
“One,” she cried out, tears of humiliation forming.
“How do you address me?”
She cried out again as his hand made stinging contact with her other cheek. “Sir. Two, sir.” As she tried to take air into her lungs she reached back to cover her ass with her hands. He grabbed both wrists and forced them together in the small of her back. The small act completed her helplessness.
“Interruptions like that mean we start over. Begin again with one.”
This time when he hit her, she screamed, frustration, humiliation, fear, all boiled inside her. Her legs kicked out straight, but were held in place. Distantly, she realized her reaction was from anger, not pain.
His hand glided over a stinging cheek before dipping down to her slit. When he rubbed the length of her folds, up and down, she felt the wetness he trailed over the crease of her thigh. He inserted a finger into her sheath, making her groan and squirm for more.
Dear God, how can this happen?
The absence of his fingers bothered her more than the slaps on her ass. Yet now he increased the force behind the blows. How could she be so wet? The next three smacks were in quick succession.
“Two, three, four, sir.” Again, he caressed her cheeks bringing forth a tingling sensation that filled her entire body. His hands spread the heat just under her skin. She writhed on his lap—for more.
She knew he’d held little back on the last two whacks, which landed on the junction of her thighs. The force jolted her forward yet stimulated her arousal to arch her back, her inner muscles clenching. She needed him to fill her.
“Five, six, sir.” She groaned as he again put two fingers in her sheath, rotating, stretching and then curling. Several in and out motions had her hips pushing back into him, riding him. The now-familiar tightening of her muscles signaled the oncoming orgasm, and he increased his speed. The ripple progressed to contractions in her belly, unbearable. Her breasts rubbed against his leg and his erection pressed into her hip.
“You may come, Adara.”
She had no way to stop it.
Her orgasm exploded with a force that seared her soul. She couldn’t hold back her guttural scream. He continued stimulating her throughout the aftermath, gently, lovingly, and then settled her on his lap. She snuggled in, confused by her emotions and the fact a spanking could arouse her.
“Adara?”
“Hmmm—sir?” She almost forgot.
“Tell me what you’re thinking, right now.”
She knew better than to hesitate yet had difficulty articulating the thoughts swirling inside her. “Um, a little hard to understand. Relief, but I don’t know why. Confused. Embarrassed.”
“Confusion because you were aroused when I spanked you?”
“Yes. I’ve never felt that before.”
“Embarrassed because you feel dirty for enjoying this after what your family’s done to you?”
“Yes. How did you—”
“That’s because you weren’t spanked by them. They violated your trust, your mind, and your body. Do you see the difference now?”
“I felt the difference.”
“Ready to go out and sit on one of the sofas? I want to hold you.” His gentle caress of her face and neck soothed her jumbled emotions.
“Can we sit for just a few more minutes?”
“We can stay here as long as you like, sweetheart. As long as you like.”
“What about you—sir?” His enlarged shaft pulsed against her stinging bottom.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”
“I understand now how Sherri felt physically…still, to spank her in public? To humiliate her?”
“No. Nate would never humiliate Sherri. He knew it would excite her, though he wouldn’t have sex with her there.”
Julien stroked her arm while his chin rested on the top of her head, making her feel loved and protected. The thought of how he’d withheld his own pleasure niggled at the back of her mind.
“When we go back out, why don’t you talk to Sherri? I’ll take Nate over to the bar and give you two some time to speak privately.”
Pure magic was the only thing that came to mind when in Julien’s arms, as he nuzzled and crooned softly in her ear. Without the endurance to suppress them, past experiences with her uncle and cousin floated to the surface of her mind. The differences between Julian’s intent to excite and her uncle’s need to inflict pain became blatantly obvious in the vortex of her churning emotions.
After Julian led her to the main room, she found herself secluded with Nate’s sub. It was refreshing to find no façade erected for the men’s benefit. Sherri proved to be open, honest, and straightforward about her lifestyle choice. Instead of a somewhat empty-headed, withdrawn, or starved soul lacking strong character, she proved to be intelligent, witty, and extroverted.
“So, you just graduated from med school? How did you get involved in this lifestyle?”
Sherri looked fondly at Nate across the room before answering. “I’d just started my residency at Memorial. I met Nate in the emergency room. We had a very slow start, you might say. Before beginning graduate courses, I’d married what turned out to be an abusive man. Didn’t think I’d ever want another relationship of any kind. I sorta remained emotionally unavailable for several years.” Her smile widened as she looked again at Nate. “That man could give lessons in persistence. He knew my ex and suspected what I’d been through, then helped me deal with a lot of my issues. I’ve never been happier or felt so free.”
“Nate and Julien seem a lot alike.” Adara glanced at the brothers. “But don’t you worry he’ll get carried away and hurt you, if only by accident?” She didn’t like the determined path of her mind. Julien and her uncle held nothing in common.
Open-mouthed, Sherri shook her head. “Good lord, no. He would never hurt me. Most of the time, he knows my limits before I do—such a shock when I thought I’d spend the rest of my life as a spinster. Don’t get me wrong. If I screw up, he doesn’t hesitate to punish me, and yeah, that can be painful. But sometimes I tend to push him just to see how far he’ll go. I do know he’d never mark me in a permanent way.”
Adara felt blood drain from her face.
Sherri grinned. “Don’t knock it until you experience it. I know, firsthand, the difference between the effects of my ex’s abusive punches and Nate’s whipping. Believe me, I never got excited over my ex’s treatment, but Nate can send me to subspace real quick. The feeling is beyond anything you’ll ever experience.”
Conversation stopped when the overhead lights briefly flared. Adara’s gaze darted to Julien and Nate at the bar, exasperation lining their faces. With a look of resignation, they returned to the table. Nate took a seat beside Sherri and Julien pressed Adara to settle on his lap. He liked her accessible at all times, with his hand resting on her thigh.
Murmured conversations filled the room with a hushed expectancy. The air grew pregnant with the promise of the unknown while soft music continued in the background.
“What’s going on, sir?” With her voice strained by fear, Adara huddled deeper into his embrace, feeling small and fragile.
“We’re having some—unusual company. Kind of expected, though. Nothing to worry about.” He snuggled her closer to his chest, again resting his chin on top of her head. Regardless of what happened next, the ambiance which radiated from him settled like a blanket, warm and protected