Little Light of Mine (Club Decadence) (19 page)

“Whip me, Master.”

“I plan to my slave.”

“With your single tail.”

“Dammit.”  Dex strode away and faced the cubby where he had stored his toy bag.  After several long minutes he opened it and removed a leather paddle.  He returned to her and with the handle raised her chin until she looked directly into his eyes.  “I promised and will agree to give you the whipping you want and deserve.  However, it will at my discretion and at a time I select, not you.  You’ve earned another ten strokes for manipulation, slave.  I love you with every fiber of my being Elena, but I will not allow you to manipulate me or top from the bottom.  Understood?”

“Most definitely Master, I won’t play this game again.  I will just tell you what I want in the future and let you decide what is best for me, for us.”

He nodded and pressed a kiss against her forehead.  “I’m going to punish you know.  You have earned thirty swats with the paddle.  Spread your legs and bend forward.”

Elena immediately complied and when she was in position she felt Dex connect her wrist restraints to a chain hanging from the ceiling.  Kneeling behind her he efficiently attached her ankle cuffs and secured them to the bolts in the floor.   This forced her to maintain her bent forward position and presented her bare bottom beautifully for the paddle.  She felt terribly off balance and was afraid if he swatted her now she would pitch forward. 

But she trusted him to take care of her so she was not at all surprised when Dex, the Master of all the Doms of Club Decadence solved her little problem by installing another device to support her.  It was a metal pole with a curved padded triangular top that looked like a bicycle seat.  He locked it into a recessed slot in the floor then moved her forward so that her pelvis rested right up against the padded top.

He stood and walked behind her, patting her hip. “You didn’t think I’d leave you in such a vulnerable position did you, slave?”

“I wondered about it for a moment, but never thought you would risk my safety.   Not for a moment, Master.”

Dex shortened the chain until her restrained hands were pulled upward behind her, not enough for discomfort, but enough to remind her that she was totally at the mercy of her Master and his paddle. 

“I think this is the first time I have used the Strappado position on you, slave.  Historically, it was used in medieval times and during the inquisitions.  It’s still used today in some of the third world countries.  But this is punishment, my beauty, not torture and is why I added the stabilizing post.  If you feel too much strain on your arms I’ll expect to hear a yellow safeword.  Understood?”

“Yes Master.”

“What is your stop safeword?”

“Red, sir.”    

“Good girl.  We’ll begin with thirty swats now.  Tell me why you are being punished, Elena.”

He rubbed the leather over her taut cheeks while he waited for the answer. 

“I argued with you and disobeyed you, Master.  I was also disrespectful and did not stop pushing when you warned me.  I was manipulating you, Master and I’m sorry.”

“Correct, my slave.  I will not tolerate brattiness of any sort.”  He cupped a hand around her shoulder to steady her and drawing his arm back, landed the first swat with the flexible leather paddle. 

The steady thwap of the paddle applied to her backside echoed loudly throughout The Club’s main floor, drawing a larger crowd around the station.  The Master Dom was always a sight to see as he punished an unruly sub.  Tonight was no exception as the position was unique, the amount and severity of the punishment were just right, and the submissive was contrite and exquisitely beautiful. 

Dex worked the lightweight leather paddle rapidly over Elena’s vulnerable backside.  The weight and speed of the paddle ensured a great amount of sting was administered with very little thud.  He wanted her skin to experience the stinging pain of correction, but not the underlying tissue which could be easily bruised and potentially damaged with the use of heavier more rigid implements.  

After fifteen swats, he stopped to check on his sub’s status. “Color, slave?”

“Green.” She let out a startled yelp as an unexpected swat landed on her already burning butt. 

“That one didn’t count against your total, slave.  I believe you forgot your manners.”

“Sorry, Master.  I’m at green, Master.”

“Good girl.”  She felt his warm hand run over her warm flesh, checking for welts and blisters.  “We’re halfway there, slave.  Then we’ll get on with your whipping.”

Elena’s pussy gushed at the thought and she felt a trickle of moisture begin to drip down her inner thigh.  It had been a while but she could easily take fifteen more.  Thankfully, Dex had pulled out one of her favorite paddles.  It packed a punch with the sting but the residual effect was pretty mild.  Her Master was going gently with her, slowly easing her back into the lifestyle after her long hiatus. 

A firm thwap landed and signaled the resumption of her punishment.  Stroke after stroke landed quickly and sharply creating the tingling, burning sensation that she remembered so well.  As he moved to her sit spots and upper thighs the sensation intensified and she squealed and wiggled slightly.  His strong arm wrapped around her waist to help her maintain position and she knew he was also being cautious of adding strain to her shoulders in her precarious position.  Around the twentieth stroke Elena was apologizing and by the twenty-fifth she was begging for mercy.  When the final paddle stroke echoed the crowd hushed as the sub finally surrendered tearfully, “Thank you Master for correcting your naughty slave.  Please use me as you will as repayment for the trouble I have caused.”

“Ah sweet slave, punishing you is never any trouble and more pleasurable than you can image.”  He rubbed her
red hot bottom, soothingly and tenderly.  “Don’t you worry; I am going to use you for my pleasure as well as your own.  But for now I want to whip my slave and enjoy what is left of my evening.”  He released her wrists and assisted her to stand.  His talented hands massaged her shoulders for several long moments before he pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her waist, hands curving around her punished behind.  He palmed a globe in each hand and squeezed, laughing as she squealed in response.  “Are you ready to spread your legs for a good flogging, woman?” 

“Yes Master.  I crave your whip.”

He nodded and pressed a heated kiss along her neck and jawline.  His lips left a wet trail of moisture on her skin as he slid lower, kissing her breasts, belly and bare mound as he went.  His tongue dipped in for a quick exploration of her soaking wet pussy and she heard him murmur, “Sweetest tasting honey ever,” as he dropped to the floor and released her ankle restraints.   Assisting her to stand, he raised her bound hands and attached the cuffs to the chain above her head.  Moving away from her he activated the electronic pulley and shortened the chain until her arms were stretched comfortably above her head.   She saw him bend and remove a flogger from his toy bag.

Walking back to her he caressed her from shoulder to hip before stepping by her and taking up position behind her and to her left.  “We’ll start with a light warm up.”

For the next hour, Dex worked the flogger with a skill that was the envy of most of the Doms in the room.  As he connected with stroke after stroke, he brought her gradually to a heightened state of sensation and kept her there until she was flying.  She lost count of the number of strokes after fifty.  Elena loved the flogger, but it was really only an erotic toy for her.  The sensual brush of the soft falls against her skin was like an erotic massage.  Granted she still felt the sting and burn of the flails when Dex wanted her to, but to her body it was a sensual and very pleasurable sensation that usually sent her soaring in the end and he knew it. 

The flogger continued to fall easily against her freshly punished ass and thighs but she still begged him for more.  Attuned to her responses having played her like this many times in the past, he pushed her farther.  Having awakened her nerve endings and stimulated the endorphin rush in her mind, she didn’t need a harsh stroke any longer to maintain the sensation and he was able to back off on the intensity.  He began to focus the deerskin falls of the medium weight flogger up her back and then moved to her front.  He spent several minutes snapping the flogger lightly over her breasts and nipples.  She arched into the strokes.  Beyond speech, she let her body speak for her.  Dex worked the flails down her belly and across her wide
ly spread thighs.  He avoided the tender skin of her pussy until he was ready to allow her to come.  He then ordered her to open her eyes and watch him.

“I’m ready to whip your pussy now, slave.”  He turned her to face the crowd gathered around the roped off scene area before whispering in her ear.  “Open your eyes and show them that your Master controls your body and your pleasure.  Let them hear you scream as I whip your glorious pussy to orgasm.”

He changed the angle of his lashes so they were coming up between her thighs now, striking her with sensual stroke after stroke.  She hung from her wrist restraints and a keening cry rose from her lips.  She thrust her hips forward and spread her legs wider, encouraging the flails to land against her painfully aroused clit.

“Come for me, my slave.  Show everyone how you surrender your pleasure to your Master.” 

Elena’s orgasm ripped through her as he continued the sensual torment of her pussy with the flogger.  She cried out her release in a throaty exclamation of joy and her vision blurred momentarily as she soared.  As the crowd came back into focus, her eyes made contact with a tall blonde in the audience.  Her foggy mind tried to comprehend her presence.  Shelby… she had supposedly left and been suspended.  As she smirked at her, a man stepped up beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.  Elena couldn’t think clearly, but she knew something was seriously wrong.  The endorphin rush brought on by her flogging and the release of her orgasm warred with the adrenalin burst that rushed her system as fear encompassed her.  Her heart raced and her breathing became labored.  She broke out in a cold sweat as an overwhelming sense of fear swept through her. 

The couple grinned menacingly at her then turned to leave.  Elena tried to speak, to stop them, to warn someone to stop them.  She couldn’t form any words and she began to panic and shake uncontrollably.  She stiffened as much as her exhausted muscles would allow.  Dex recognized her anxiety at once and stopped.  “What is it Elena?”

She opened her mouth to say one word.  It wouldn’t come out.  She licked her dry lips and tried again.  She felt cool liquid moisten her lips and knew he was holding a bottle to her mouth.  “Drink baby and come back to me.”

She tried again “red” came out in a whisper. 

“What?”  Startled, Dex thought he must have heard her wrong but wasn’t sure.  “Say again?”

“Red.”  Once freed, her dazed mind prompted her to repeat the word over and over.  Each successive word emerged at an increased volume, “Red,” until she had her full voice again.  “Red” she screamed the only word she was capable of, “RED!” 

Jonas who was on DM duty appeared instantly, “Holy shit, Dex!  Get her down right now.”  As Dex supported her limp body, Jonas reached up to unfasten the quick release on her cuffs.  Rick who came up on his other side handed Dex a sub blanket which he wrapped around her before lifting her into his arms.  He moved through the stunned crowd on his way to one of the couches.  Rick met him there with a water bottle and some chocolate.  They watched as Elena began to shudder violently in his arms, the whole while incessantly repeating The Club’s safeword but now at a much lower volume.  Internally she was struggling to speak and it looked like she was already in the grip of a full blown panic attack.

“Elena, you have to calm down.  Take some deep breaths.  Listen to my voice, breath in,
breath out.  Good.  Again, breath in, breath out.  Again.”

Dex continued to talk her down, holding her tightly as she came down from
her panic which once again allowed the pleasure inducing endorphins that had flooded her system to dominate.  When her respirations were under control again he held the water bottle to her mouth. 

“Just take a small sip.  Then relax and come back to me.”

She tried to speak but her voice came out only as a rough and raspy sound.

“Drink slave, now.”  He made his voice intentionally harsh, using his best Master’s tone trying to connect with her deep-rooted submissive side.  It worked as she instantly stopped the incoherent muttering and obediently took a small sip of water. 

“Shelby-,” 

“Shelby?” Dex was stunned by this, the first word she had murmured after crashing was Shelby? “What about her sweetheart?”

“Shelby was here, she was watching me, with a man.”

Dex’s eyes flew to Jonas and then to Rick.  “She’s supposed to be on suspension. Find Sean.”

“I’m here Dex.”  Sean was standing behind the couch with the emergency medical box in his hands.  He had been watching the bizarre scene unfold.  He was a medic in the Army and was a certified paramedic and had been ready to intervene medically if Dex hadn’t been able to bring Elena out of her panic. 

“Find her
.  I want the bitch out of my club.  Now!”  He issued his order in a cold, steely voice and as in the army Jonas and Sean snapped to command.  Even Rick who had been his superior leapt into action.  No one wanted Shelby in their Club.”