Michaels, Skye - Calleigh's Collar [Le Club 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) (9 page)

Paula approached him with misgivings. He pulled her across his lap, bare butt in the air, short denim skirt pushed to her waist. “You really think this was my fault, and this is not just some sex game?” she asked over her shoulder. She was starting to have doubts.

“Do you really think it was
not
your fault?” Trent asked in disbelief.

“Well, maybe…a little. I have been feeling a little uncomfortable about this whole punishment thing.”

“You’re about to feel a lot more uncomfortable. Now be still.”

“Can we talk about this?”

“We just did,” he said with a hard edge to his voice as his hand came down hard on her ass. The first smack was an eye-opener. Paula jumped and yelped as the sting and heat radiated over her entire butt. “No, stop, please, Master,” she cried, but she did not utter the safe word as in her heart she knew she deserved a good spanking. “I’m sorry! It was partly my fault…”

Again and again his hand came down with a resounding smack across her upraised butt until she knew it was cherry red.

“Partly?” he asked.

“Mostly,” she admitted with tears streaming down her face as she squirmed under his firm hand. “I’ll make it up to her, I promise. I’ll apologize.”

“That’s it then,” he said. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” He ran his hands over her bottom, up her back to soothe her, and over her wet pussy to inflame her.

He set her on her feet. “Tomorrow morning you will apologize to Calleigh.”

He picked her up, moved with her to the veranda, and sat down on a wicker rocking chair, rocking in a soothing rhythm. She felt strangely compliant, relaxed and aroused at the same time. This was all very confusing. “Human sexuality is fascinating,” he said. “The elements of voyeurism and exhibitionism inherent in Calleigh’s experience tonight contributed to her violent orgasm in the Playroom, and I think it was also responsible in part for your unseemly response as well.”

“You mean it wasn’t my fault, but you punished me for it anyway? That hardly seems fair.” She was indignant!
He has a lot of nerve!

“You were, however, culpable for your other misdeeds. You’re a spoiled brat. Were you wondering why we haven’t had sex? I wanted to be sure that our moral compasses were in sync before we became sexually and emotionally involved. I did not like the way you treated your friend, and I didn’t think I wanted an intimate connection with you.”

“Morals? This is a sex club,” she replied with a huff. “You mean you don’t think I’m good enough for you to sleep with—that’s the big ‘reward’ I need to earn? Of all the arrogant bullshit!”

“And you think that because this is a sex club I don’t have a certain standard of behavior for myself as well as my friends and lovers? What goes on here is consensual, for the mutual pleasure of the participants, role playing. For the most part, it’s a game. I would never betray or use a friend.”

“And you think I did? That I intentionally used Calleigh? Maybe my actions were imprudent, foolish, maybe a little selfish as ‘inquiring minds want to know,’ but I would never hurt my friend or use her for personal gain. We’ve been best friends since college! And what did you mean by ‘professional’ reasons? ”

“Are you telling me you did not intend to do an exposé on the club?”

“Of course not! I didn’t know there was anything to expose. Besides, that
would
be using a friend unfairly and putting her in considerable legal jeopardy, and I would never do that. We’re talking
Ocala Country Living
here—not
The Washington Post
—Deep Throat!”

He was quiet for a moment while he thought over what she had just said. “Maybe we’ve had a bit of a misunderstanding,” he said reflectively, as if considering her response.

“Ya think? What about all that ‘trust and communication’ bullshit?” she sniped, not willing to let him off so easily.

“Don’t push your luck, subbie. I could have let Adrienne provide your evening’s entertainment,” he said as he tried to nuzzle her neck.

“Don’t even think I am interested in fooling around with you.”

“Let’s see,” he said as he ran his hand under her skirt and found her drenched pussy. “Seems pretty friendly under here. Let’s go to bed. It’s been a hell of a day.”

“Fuck yourself! And I do mean that literally! I’m not good enough? I don’t know if I am ever going to forgive you for this.”

“Forgive me? You earned every bit of that spanking.”

“God, you’re dense!”
You hurt my feelings much more than you hurt my butt. I’ll be damned if I’ll forgive you in this lifetime! I can hold a grudge with the best of them!
He would see for himself after she and Robbie took their revenge on Calleigh’s behalf tomorrow that she was a good and loyal friend and not arrogant and selfish, just a little misguided.

* * * *

Trent now had to question himself and his motives. Had he been too hard on Paula, too unforgiving and uncompromising? It wasn’t something he liked to have to consider, but to be fair, he might just have been wrong this time.

Chapter Seventeen

The four met at 9:00 for breakfast on the veranda. The flowers were still covered with dew, and the peacocks were strolling the paths of the garden. Calleigh and Steele were enjoying huge cups of coffee with orange scones dripping warm butter and homemade orange marmalade when Trent and Paula joined them.

“Calleigh, let me just say first that I’m really sorry about you getting in all this trouble. Trent has pointed out, rather forcefully, that I am partly responsible because of my relentless badgering. Also, secondly, I’m sorry I had a physical reaction to your punishment. I don’t know what came over me. I just couldn’t help myself.”

Calleigh could see the distress on her friend’s face. “Honey, don’t feel bad. It’s over and done with, thank goodness,” she replied. “For Heaven’s sake, I got so turned on myself I had a screaming orgasm in front of all those people. It was mortifying! But it’s on to bigger and better things.” She winked at Paula. “Why don’t you get into your bathing suit and meet Robbie at the pool. To be truthful, I’m still sore and tired. Besides, I’m really embarrassed and don’t want to face anyone yet. I think I’ll go back to the suite and relax on the veranda with a book for awhile.”

Steele reached over and kissed Calleigh lightly on the mouth. “While you girls do your thing, Trent and I are going to the gym. See you for lunch.”

Calleigh watched curiously as Trent just quirked his eyebrow at Paula and gave her a tentative smile, but she turned a cold shoulder.
Interesting…

* * * *

Paula found Robbie already at the pool reading a magazine. She had a large bag at her feet. “Two uniforms to go!” she chirped with an excited grin.

“Are we really going to do this?” Paula asked.

“Bet your ass!” Robbie replied.

When the “two schoolgirls” arrived at the School Room promptly at 11:00, they found Adrienne, attired as Sister Immaculata, enthusiastically paddling the bare bottoms of her two subs, similarly attired in school uniforms. “I just thought I’d warm up for Calleigh,” she said with a sly grin. “Where is she? I thought she was eager for a new experience.”

“She’ll be here in a minute,” Paula said as she approached the spanking bench at the front of the room. Suddenly Robbie and Paula grabbed Sister by the arms and wrestled her over the bench and quickly secured her flailing arms and legs.

“Let me go! You have no idea who you are dealing with! This is outrageous! You can’t do this to me,” she screamed. Adrienne’s subs stood there with open mouths. “Help me, you two. Don’t just stand there!” she bellowed at them.

“Yes, we can, and we will, Sister!” Robbie replied. “We’ll see how you like a little taste of your own medicine, you mean old bitch! Let’s see if we can help you discover your ‘submissive’ side.”

“Yeah, let’s see how you like getting your wrinkly old butt beat. See if it’s as much ‘fun’ as the other way around,” Paula piped up as she raised the hem of Sister’s habit to her waist and pulled down her white panties.

Robbie considered. “I think we should each give her five strokes, implements of our choosing. I call dibs on the big leather paddle she is so fond of.”

“Good idea, I choose the strap with the dildo handle in Calleigh’s honor, which is only fair,” Paula continued.

“You can’t do this to me!” Adrienne howled, outrage in every movement of her struggling body.

“Don’t worry, Sister. You are going to love it. It’s a very edifying experience that you should not miss,” Paula replied as she took the strap from the wall. Before she could lose her nerve, Paula brought the leather strap down across the center of Sister’s skinny butt twice, then across her thighs twice, and then across the top of her butt just under her waist. Although the strokes were not particularly hard or accurate, they had a good sting and Sister howled, more in fury than in pain. “God, that felt good! What do you think, Sister?” Paula asked with a satisfied grin on her face.

Robbie finished up with five strokes of the heavy leather paddle. “I understand this paddle is your particular favorite, Sister. It’s a real stinger. Do you still like it?”

“You’re a vicious old bitch, and you instigated that whole debacle yesterday. You made sure it would happen and that nothing could be done to stop it. Well, now you’ve had a taste of your own medicine. We’re done. Leave her with her subs,” Paula said as they filed out of the room to return to the pool and well-earned mimosas served by two ripped pool boys.

“Well that was fun,” Robbie quipped. “She deserved it! What goes around comes around, as the saying goes.”

* * * *

At the club’s fully equipped gym, Steele and Trent were working up a good sweat. Steele was lifting free weights, and Trent had already done two miles on the treadmill and two miles on the rowing machine. “I really need to work off some steam,” Trent said. “This is not going exactly as I had envisioned. I’ve been hard for two days, and that’ll take it out of you. Sleeping next to that woman and keeping my hands to myself was a real exercise in self-control.”

“Fucked it up, did you?” Steele scoffed.

“Yeah, I think so,” Trent replied morosely. “I was sure Paula had some nefarious plan up her sleeve, an exposé or something. Turns out I was wrong, or at least premature. She may be planning one now that I have royally pissed her off. I was also a little judgmental about her relationship with Calleigh. Her behavior just didn’t sit right.”

Steele let the barbell clatter back into the stand. “I’m sure you can make it right with Paula if you put your mind to it. I’m going to have to do the same with Calleigh. I hope our relationship can survive this experience. I’m just glad to see the last of yesterday! Calleigh has been a trooper, but I’ve never been in a position like that before, and I hope I never am again. A little spanking fun is one thing, but that was over the line as far as I’m concerned.”

“I might just have blown a good thing. I’ll probably have to eat some serious crow to make this right,” Trent said with a self-disgusted frown.

“Let’s join the ladies at the pool. I could stand to cool off,” Jason replied with a less-than-sympathetic grin.

Chapter Eighteen

As Steele settled onto the wicker chaise beside Calleigh, he said, “I stopped in the office to speak with Anne Sutton. She tells me there was quite a run on schoolgirl uniforms this morning,” he said with a straight face. “Apparently, Mistress Adrienne had an encounter in the School Room that didn’t go exactly as she may have planned.” He gave Calleigh, Paula, and Robbie a stern look. “Have anything to tell us?”

“What happened?” Calleigh asked in shock as she darted a suspicious look at Paula and Robbie.

“It seems Mistress Adrienne was discovered by the household staff checking the room after it was reserved for an 11:00 appointment. She was left bound to the spanking bench with the handle of the leather strap sticking out of her butt like a horse’s tail,” Steele said in his Master’s voice.