AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Five swats with a paddle didn’t make much impact on Zoe, although Sebastian whacked her hard as she bent over his knee, having first removed the pegs. The brisk spanking elicited an unusual amount of emotion, and he kissed her bottom—he was smitten. His slave had Cupid’s arrow deep in her heart.
Eva was next to go out, and Matthew showed no leniency either, but far as I was aware, Eva was a pain slut, and she moaned as the ten came down in quick succession across her bottom.
Judith, Monique, and I eyed each other cautiously. I didn’t have the queen of spades and, with trepidation, my fingers twiddling, I picked a card from Monique’s hand.
Shit! Monique grinned shamelessly at me, punching the air. Judith danced her fingers around my cards before choosing one, not the unwanted queen, but her chosen card didn’t match any in her hand. She scowled. Monique took a card from Judith and, with a screech of joy, threw her last pair into the pile.
Damien waved her over with a solitary finger. She crawled across the floor, licking her lips, and he wagged the same finger at her. She received her fifteen across his lap as he held her in place and she expressed a few exhaled ows. I’d forgotten what a hard hitter Damien was.
Judith and I faced off on opposite sides of the table. I peeked at Jason, and he gave nothing back to me, not even a smile. Did he want me to win or lose? Although, according to him, there were no winners. The next person out would be rewarded with twenty swats—manageable, probably better than being left with the Scabby Queen. I inhaled and nodded at Judith, whose eyes had narrowed to slits.
I grabbed one of hers—a match, and I threw the cards down with a whoop. By now the pegs on the tits was a side game. I shuffled my cards, which included the unwanted black queen and held up my last three cards.
Please, please take the Scabby Queen!
Judith groaned as she viewed her choice, and her shoulders slumped. I didn’t give her any sympathy and shouted, “Yes!”
I focused on my hand. I had to get a match for my remaining cards—the eight of diamonds or a ten of spades—and avoid reclaiming the queen. I shut my eyes and tugged a card from her hand. She clung onto it, refusing to let go, and stuck her tongue out at me when I forced her to relinquish the eight of hearts. I had my pair, leaving me the ten, which I tossed in her direction. She was the guaranteed loser with the last matching pair and the Scabby Queen. I performed a little jig around the table, uninhibited by both nudity and pegs dangling off my tits.
I handed the paddle to Jason, and he tapped his lap. I lay across it, my head hanging off the chair, my legs trapped under one of his. Before he started, he removed each of the pegs, and I yelped, battering the armchair with my hand. “Fuck,” I growled.
He stroked my buttocks, and I shivered, filled with anticipation and a little apprehension. He explored, trailing his knuckles over my bottom then dragging a finger up my slit. “Wet, baby. I’m disappointed. I wanted to treat you to the loser’s penalty. Never mind, twenty will do.” Jason wasn’t going to be upstaged by his one-time mentor, Damien, and the slaps came hard and fast, searing my bottom. I gritted my teeth, holding back the cries, and sucked in my breaths. The last spank jarred my sit spot, and I squirmed, feeling the dampness spread down my inner thighs. Throughout, my guests, who remained silent, had watched my paddling. I tingled, aware of the shared excitement of seeing me writhe and moan. Damn, I’d forgotten the thrill of group spanking sessions. Once, they’d been regular fodder for my submission, but since Jason had captured me, they were rare.
With my penalty complete, the attention shifted to poor Judith. She chewed on her lip, trying a coy expression with Garratt, which he answered with a brisk rub of his groin. The man was hot for her and wouldn’t hold back.
“Gemma, what did you do for the Scabby Queen at school?” asked Garratt.
“Fifty-two raps on the knuckles with the whole pack. We were banned after that from playing.” I gave Judith an apologetic shrug.
Garratt sucked his cheeks in with a mock wince and tut-tutted. “There I went thinking us Doms had the monopoly on discipline. Vicious things, schoolgirls. I’m not going to break Judith’s lovely hand with that penalty. Fifty-two on the bum it is, then.”
Judith crawled across the room and, fetching the paddle from Jason, edged closer to Garratt.
“Master.” She offered the paddle in the correct position for her slave status—the implement balanced on upturned palms and her eyes downcast.
Whatever sadism he might manifest in the privacy of his personal dungeon, Garratt kept it in check. Instead of a thundering display of a hard spanking, which I’d expected, Garratt turned Judith’s bum into a glowing pink and seemed content to deliver a subdued penalty. Fifty-two swats, however, was no walk in the park. She stayed silent, eyes shut, and only occasionally did her features screw up, which gave me some idea of what Garratt was capable of doing and what Judith was accustomed to receiving. Aroused by the spanking, towards the end, she arched her back. At the end, he smeared her juices over her discoloured bottom.
“You’re a little hussy, aren’t you?” he crooned and unzipped his flies.
The evening appeared to be winding down, and I removed the cards and pegs. While Judith had her mouth around Garratt’s eager cock, Monique and I made coffee for everyone. Arriving back with a tray of steaming mugs and a jug of cream, I noticed the room had been rearranged. The central coffee table had gone and, in its place, a large throw had been laid out. I’d nicknamed that particular makeshift rug the fuck throw, because Jason put it down if he was going to take me on the floor and wanted to protect the carpet.
Having handed out the coffees. I knelt at Jason’s feet and pondered what was in store for the evening’s climactic finish. Something brewed in the air, and it wasn’t just the coffee. With Judith’s oral duties completed, we girls knelt on the floor our flittering eyes not daring
to catch anyone else’s. I guessed something must have been decided much earlier in the evening, probably when we’d been gossiping in the kitchen.
Jason removed the half-drunk mug from my hands and placed it on the small table next to his armchair.
“Babe, you’ve done us proud this evening with your glorious food. Time to show you our appreciation.” From behind the chair, he whisked out the vibrating wand. I didn’t know whether to smile with delight or gulp with apprehension. Exactly what did he plan to do with it?
“Thank you, Master.” I bowed my head.
Jason gave me his instructions and, unlike the spanking, which I’d happily accommodated, his intention of putting me on display for sexual purposes had a different effect. My heart pounded, my mouth went dry, and a wave of butterflies took flight in my belly as I contemplated my humiliation. I didn’t want to do this, even with friends present.
“Babe, be good,” he reminded me. “This is for you, your reward.”
I unlocked my frozen joints and moved, crawling across the floor to the throw. There, I lay on my back, spread-eagled myself, and waited. Jason knelt between my splayed legs, armed with the wand. My heart thumped so much, my ears boomed with the echo. Peeking up from my spread breasts, my erect nipples betrayed my arousal, my desire to have my reward.
“Master?” I wavered.
