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Markus squatted in front of her, reaching out to roughly grab her cunt. He squeezed her sex with all of his strength. “Did you like having someone else’s cock in here today, Brianna? Is he bigger than me? Harder? What the hell does he have that I don’t?” The pain in his voice broke her heart into a million pieces.
She begged through her sobs. “Markus… truly… I’m so very sorry. Please believe me, you’re the only man I love. Please, can’t we go home and talk about this there? I swear to you, I’ll tell you everything. I’ll spend the rest of my life making this up to you. I need you. I lo—”
“Shut the fuck up, Brianna! I don’t believe a single word coming out of your whoring mouth. The second you let another man shoot his cum into your body is the second you lost the right to tell me you love me.” He shook his head, as if he couldn’t believe he had ever trusted her. “I have to hand it to you, Bri. I really did think you were different, but you’re just another gold-digging bitch. Well, bad news for you. You’re about to lose your free ride, baby.”
His voice and words may have been vicious, but the tears streaming unchecked down his face showed how devastated Markus was by her unexpected betrayal.
Brianna continued begging through her sobs. “I don’t care about your money! Take back the salon, the car, the jewelry, the clothes—take it all! I just want you Markus… please.”
“You have a pretty sick way of showing it,” Markus scoffed. His grip on her pussy was like a vice.
“You’re hurting me, Markus. Please. Let’s go home and talk about this.” Brianna was trying to push away from him, trying to loosen his grip on her tender parts.
“Oh, you don’t know what hurt is yet, Brianna.” His words were ominous and jolted Brianna back to the here and now. She suddenly heard the sounds she’d blocked out—sounds of the punishment club. She’d been so focused on getting through to Markus she’d tuned out everything around her. Now she was acutely aware that somewhere below, a woman was screaming.
The relief of Markus finally releasing his grip on her was short lived when he roughly grabbed her by her upper arms, yanking her to her feet. In one swift move, he swung her around forcibly to face the stage. She briefly tried to struggle free, but he gripped her in a death lock, forcing her to witness the scene playing out on the main floor. In spite of her discomfort, she was relieved he was touching her, holding her tightly against his hard body, even if only in anger.
He leaned in close to whisper against her ear. “Are you watching, Brianna? Do you see what happens to cheating whores?”
Brianna knew she should be horrified, but as she watched she was torn between terror and delirium. It was like watching a scene from her favorite tattered erotic romance novel—a book that had fed her masturbatory fantasies since college.
On the stage below, a naked slave girl had been trussed up, her arms attached to rings at the top of a whipping post. Her position facing the stage allowed the audience to catch the back of her body as the hulky bouncer Derek punished her.
The slave girl’s legs were splayed wide open by a spreader bar and Brianna watched in horrified fascination as her punisher used a bullwhip to stripe her back, ass, and legs. Even from the relatively long distance, Bri saw the ugly welts blooming across the poor woman’s body. It was clear Derek was a master at his craft; he was causing great pain without creating open wounds, which could easily happen with such a deadly implement.
After a final stroke of the whip that wrapped around the poor slave’s ass and drew an agonizing scream from his victim, Derek threw the whip down and stepped up close to examine his handiwork. He was surprisingly tender as he gently caressed the submissive girl’s ass, leaning in to place a kiss on her cheek. The sobs were still racking her small body when the Master on stage spoke again.
“I’m sure slave Cindy is already regretting her continued acts of defiance against her Master, but as this is her second offense, Master Michael has asked Derek to make sure her lessontakesthis time.”
The gasp from the submissive on stage was audible as he took a short break before continuing.
“I sentence slave Cindy to another twelve strikes with the wooden paddle and we’ll end with twelve strokes of the cane. The sentence will be carried out in phases throughout the evening. Let her think about her sins for a while on the whipping post before we move her to the spanking bench for the rest of her sentence.”
Only now did Brianna see that the Master in charge was actually seated in what looked exactly like an eighteenth-century-era throne on a raised platform toward the left of the stage.
“Master Peter, I believe you have a matter you’d like to bring to our attention tonight. Please join me on the stage.”
There was a commotion in the pit below. Brianna saw a man that must have been Master Peter pulling on the leash of a redheaded submissive who’d been sitting quietly at his feet. Now that they’d been called to the stage, the submissive had come alive. Her cursing could be heard throughout the club. After failing to get the naked submissive to follow him up on stage, Peter proceeded to unbuckle his wide leather belt and apply it to her ass with quick, hard strokes. The submissive let out a yelp and finally made her way to the stage, begging for mercy all the way.
“I’m so sorry Master,” she cried. “I truly am sorry. Please, can’t we go home? I’ll be a good girl.”
By the time they were in front of the head Master, Brianna could see Master Peter was visibly softened by his slave’s pleas. As he gently reached down to wipe tears from her cheeks, Brianna wondered if he might relent, but then the head Master reminded everyone why the couple is on stage.
“Master Peter, please share with everyone why you’ve asked that slave Kristen be punished tonight.”
Peter turned to face the crowd. “As you know, I collared her over three months ago in a ceremony on this very stage. At the time we entered into a total power exchange 24/7 relationship. Since then, it’s become clear that Kristen doesn’t have a submissive bone in her body. I’m beginning to fear she’s interested in just one thing—my money. It just came to my attention that in the space of three months, she’s spent over thirty-thousand dollars on clothes, jewelry, and who knows what else. I’m here to ask you to punish her severely in the hopes that she can be reformed.”
The Master’s tone was sympathetic. “Master Peter, she certainly deserves to be punished, but seriously—if she’s broken so many rules in your Master/slave contract, why not just cut your losses and release her?”
Master Peter glanced down at the crying slave at his feet and then back at the Master on his throne. “God help me, but I love her. I’d like to at least try to train her properly. I know she needs a stronger hand to get her on track and that’s why I’m bringing her to you and Master Derek. I’ll defer to any training you suggest.”
Kristen was holding onto her Dom’s leg as if to throw herself at his mercy, much like Brianna had done with Markus just minutes before. “No Peter, please! I love you so much! Please don’t—”
The Master on stage silenced her with a loud, “Enough!” The warning stopped her pleas but not the tears. “Slave Kristen, I want to remind you that you do have an option here. As your Dominant, Peter has brought you here to punish you and get your training back on track. I’m sure you remember the details of the contract you signed when you agreed to be Master Peter’s submissive and a member of our club. You chose a safeword that can be invoked to stop your punishment immediately. However, failing to submit to your Master publicly will not only negate your contract but lead to banishment from the club.”
He smiled at Kristen’s distressed look. It was easy to see that she hated both her options.
The dominant men on stage gave the crying submissive an agonizingly long minute to contemplate her fate. When she finally raised her eyes from the floor, she looked at Peter. “I love you, Sir. Please forgive me. I promise to do better.”
