Page 74 of Whirlwind

“Very nice,” purred Ben. “Now, turn and face the table.” Dakota turned and took a few steps toward the coffee table, hoping they had it right. “On your knees. Now lean over. Hold the table legs. Good pet.”

Oh god. This, this, was what Dakota had been waiting for. They were completely exposed, spread out like an offering, and showing their willingness to submit to anything that was asked.

The wooden table was cool beneath their belly and cheek, and the table legs were thick and solid in their hands. The low carpet felt soft beneath them now, but they knew that their knees would still hurt if they stayed there for long enough.

They heard footsteps and willed themselves not to look around. The sharper taps, they realized, must be Ben’s smart, black dress shoes. The softer padding was Parker’s chucks.

He was fairly certain that they were both standing over the coffee table now. Were they planning something together? Just watching? The anticipation was delicious.

A single finger ran down their spine. “I recall that you tricked us today. Isn’t that right?” Parker sounded like he was almost musing to himself.

“That’s right, sir. I’m sorry.”

“Not sorry enough, I think.”

A sharp slap landed on Dakota’s ass, and they jumped as the pain and pleasure rushed through them. A whimper escaped their lips.

Parker’s other hand pressed down on their lower back, keeping them still. “Feeling a little more sorry now?”

Dakota smiled. “No, I can’t say I am, sir.”

“Brat.” Parker rained down five harsher blows on the same cheek.

Dakota moaned as the pain settled, absorbing that fiery feeling into their belly. All they wanted was more of that sweet sting. “Hmmm… still not feeling very sorry. Maybe my other Sir could do better.” That was sure to set them both off.

Ben chuckled. “I think you just said the wrong thing, brat.”

The slaps came hard and fast, melting into a continuous wave, but still distinct. Parker kept up a faster pattern, building up a stinging burn in the same place and drawing Dakota into a great singing height.

Ben maintained a slower pace, but his blows were deep and hard, scattered over Dakota’s ass and thigh, reaching into something deep inside.

Together, they created a symphony of beautiful intensity, until Dakota couldn’t untangle the sensations. They arched and thrust back, trembled and sobbed, clenching the table legs like they were the only thing keeping them tethered.

When the spankings stopped, Dakota whimpered, though they couldn’t have said what they wanted. Just more. More of whatever these two Doms wanted from them.

Fingernails scratched down their abused ass, drawing out another fiery swell of desire and joy. “Feeling sorry yet, brat?”

That was Parker, checking in. Reminding Dakota that they were safe. That they could ask for what they wanted.

“No, please, Sir.” It came out as more of a sob than a request. They just wanted to lie here and absorb it all.

Ben knelt in front of them, looking them in the eyes. His face was stern, and Dakota could feel his focus like it was a weight. “No, you don’t want any more? Or no, you’re not feeling sorry yet?”

Dakota drew their mind back to communicating. They put on their cutest smile. “No, Sir, I’m not feeling sorry enough yet.”

Ben’s eyes shone and Dakota could see his pulse hammering under his dark skin. A slight smile lit his face.

“Perhaps you’d like a taste of my belt then.”

“Yes. Yes, Sir.”

Ben remained kneeling in front of them as he removed the belt from his pants, the rest of his outfit still perfectly arranged. Somewhere in the background, Dakota heard Parker’s footsteps.

Then their attention was drawn back to Ben gripping the buckle in his hand and wrapping the belt twice around his palm. Just seeing a belt prepared like that could get them hot.

Ben stood and the moment hung, suspended. Then the belt descended, and there was that exquisite flash of pain racing through their body. Dakota bucked and moaned, already too far gone to care what was coming out of their mouth.

The deep sting came again, this time on their thighs. Then on one shoulder. A matching one landed on the other. They were getting so close now.