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Brianna could see the pain crossing the Dom’s face as his sub begged for his forgiveness, but the Master of Ceremonies didn’t allow Peter to relent.
“No more whining. Master Derek, gag her and let’s get her settled onto the bench for starters.”
Master Derek was already in motion and effortlessly picked up the petite, redheaded girl and threw her over his shoulder, giving her bare ass several open-handed swats as he marched over to the spanking bench. He made quick work of pushing her body down over the padded top and tightly securing first her arms and then her legs to the heavy piece of furniture. A final leather strap was brought across her body at her waist to immobilize her further.
Kristen continued to cry out for Peter to rescue her, but Master Derek stopped her begging by inserting a ring-gag into her mouth, forcing her to open wide. Drool ran down her chin as Derek affixed a wide collar that caused her head to stay upright, giving the entire audience a clear view of her face throughout the punishment.
Brianna’s heart was racing as she took in the scene below. Markus had continued to hold her tightly against him, making her face the unfolding drama below. Little did he know how grateful she was for his touch. Her legs felt like they could crumble beneath her any minute. She took time to close her eyes and tried to calm herself. She needed to think of how she could possibly fix things with Markus. She was finding it hard to think of a way out because she knew how very hurt she would’ve been if he’d done the same thing to her.
How could I have been so stupid? I hurt the person who loves me most in this world, and for what? Impersonal, hot sex with an abusive ex-boyfriend. It doesn’t matter what he’s blackmailing me with. My God, I don’t deserve Markus’s forgiveness.
Her attention was brought back to the scene on the stage below by the agonized screams coming from the wayward submissive who was in the process of getting a butt-blistering paddling, administered by Master Derek. He was using what appeared to be a wooden fraternity paddle with multiple round holes drilled through it. Brianna was absolutely ashamed that the sound of the wood meeting flesh was causing her pussy to throb. The slave girl’s gag-mumbled screams combined with her groans of pain sent an electric jolt straight to Brianna’s core.
After at least twenty-five licks of the paddle, Derek stopped long enough to move closer to admire his work. He lightly caressed the naughty girl’s ass, allowing her time to slow her sobbing and gain some level of control over herself. Bri could see marks on her wrists where she’d been jerking wildly against the restraining straps, desperate to be free.
The punishment already seemed severe to Brianna so when Master Derek moved to the nearby table to trade his punishment implement in for another, Bri almost collapsed. Markus held her upright and facing forward as she watched Derek return to the occupied spanking bench. He took the time to turn the bench a quarter turn in order to give everyone watching a new angle for viewing. He then proceeded with the punishment, this time using a riding crop. He set a slower pace, stopping to caress the naughty slave’s back in a calming manner every third stroke or so. The care he seemed to be taking to ensure no permanent damage was comforting, and yet felt somewhat out of place to Brianna.
Red welts now crisscrossed Kristen’s buttocks and the final three hard strokes were centered on the tender sit spot where her ass meets her thighs. Her blood-curdling screams through her open gag let all spectators know how painful they were. Her body was now physically shaking from the strain of fighting her restraints and the overwhelming pain consuming her naked body.
Derek had laid the crop down on the nearby table and returned to once again massage the slave girl’s punished parts. When he dipped his hand across her wide-open pussy, he chuckled. “I think she’s actually liking her punishment, Peter. She’s dripping wet. We’ll try to get her back on track tonight, but it’s clear you’re going to need to perform regular maintenance punishments to keep her behaving.”
Derek returned to the table to pick up his next implement—a leather strap that was a couple feet long and about two inches wide. He took a minute to test the strap against his own leather-covered thigh and once satisfied it was what he was looking for, he returned to a calmer Kristen. He rotated the spanking bench a quarter turn again to give the spectators a new viewing angle.
He made sure to show Kristen the next tool he’d chosen and her cry of fear resounded through the room. Master Derek moved closer to her and placed a hand on her lower back, caressing her until her fear was under control.
Unfortunately for her, the respite was short lived. Derek brought the strap down across her ass over and over. While he’d given time between strokes before, he was now acting like a man on a mission, using his full strength to lob smacks across her beet-red ass. Ugly stripes covered her bottom and thighs from the little dimples above her ass all the way to just above her knees.
The screams coming from the naughty slave on the stage were horrific and Brianna was shaking so hard now that she finally collapsed against her husband. Bri was sobbing at the mere thought that Markus might allow the barbarians on the stage to do to her what they were doing to the current occupant of the bench.
Through her sobs Brianna resumed appealing to her spouse. She tried to turn around so she could face him, but he refused to loosen his grip, forcing her to continue to watch the scene below. “Markus, please. I’m begging you. Please let’s go home. You can give me any punishment you feel necessary, but please… you can’t let them do this to me.” She would have kept begging, but her sobs took over and Brianna found she could no longer force the words out of her bone-dry mouth. Her full weight was now being supported by her strong husband, but when she moved to cover her ears to drown out the tortured sobbing from below, he pulled her arms tightly behind her back to further immobilize her. When she tried to look away, he grabbed her hair and forced her to watch the whipping continue below.
While he held her head still, she was able to at least divert her eyes from the stage to the other spectators on the main level. To her amazement, she saw more than one couple fucking as they watched the punishment continue. Two submissives were draped over their Doms’ laps getting their own bare-ass spankings.
Bri’s fear of what was going to happen to her and Markus was palpable. To cope, she shut down, blocking out the violence happening all around her. She was scared, and so confused. Her guilt was overwhelming, but she truly had no one to blame but herself if her husband walked out of her life without a backward glance. Still, she was terrified of losing Markus.
But layered on top of that fear was her deep, dark secret. Her body was already betraying her as she could feel her juices flowing freely between her legs. With each slap of the strap against the flesh on stage, Bri became more aware of her own wetness dripping down her inner thighs. The only thing flowing harder were her tears of regret.
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Markus
Markus was in denial as the scent of his wife’s arousal surrounded them. He released his grip on her hair, shoving his left hand under the hem of her dress and roughly plunging two fingers deep into his wife’s dripping cunt.
“I can’t fucking believe you, Brianna. I bring you here to scare the shit out of you as punishment for trashing our marriage, and instead you’re getting turned on. I’m beginning to think I don’t know you at all.” Markus stilled the pumping of his fingers. The couple were both suspended there, connected in body as they watched Master Derek flaying the wayward submissive on the stage. Disgusted with his own sexual arousal, Markus shoved Bri away from him hard enough that she fell forward across the back of the couch in front of them.
It tore at his heart when she buried her head into the cushion, sobbing. Desperation, anger, and fear merged into a dangerous cocktail that had him unzipping his pants and whipping out his hard rod.
He gave her no warning before thrusting balls-deep inside her. The brutal insertion of his rock-hard cock was meant to be a punishment for his wife. It made him an even bigger asshole that he reveled in Brianna’s resulting scream which had to have been heard by everyone in the club.
If members could peek into their private box, they would spy a determined man pounding his wife at a brutal pace. Rage rolled off his body as he viciously dug his grip into her hips, yanking her body back hard to meet his forward thrusts. There was no love in this coupling, only pain and betrayal. It was meant to be the ultimate punishment fuck, but within minutes Brianna’s moans of ecstasy as she exploded in a powerful orgasm showed Markus firsthand how little he understood his wife’s sexual needs. Her previously guilty sobs had been replaced with a litany of dirty talk that would make a truck driver blush—or at least want to jack-off.
“Oh, my God. That’s it Markus… fuck me hard. Yes! Harder! That’s it, honey… oh God… thank you. I needed this so bad. I’m so sorry… so very sorry. I love you so much. That’s it… fuck me harder… yes…” Her rambling became incoherent as she rolled into her next orgasm, her pussy squeezing his shaft as her juices spilled down between them. She melted down into a sexual mess like he’d never seen.
Witnessing his wife come unglued before his very eyes pushed Markus into the most explosive orgasm of his life. His heart felt like it could pound right out of his chest between his physical exertion and his precarious emotional state. As he stayed buried balls-deep in his wife’s traitorous pussy, the dam holding his emotions at bay finally collapsed and the fearless defense attorney who could eat opposing council for lunch found himself crying hot tears as he grappled with the fact that his marriage was now over. Even if he’d wanted to, he knew there was no forgetting, no making this better.
Markus briefly collapsed over the back of his wife, blanketing her body with his own heat as he tried to squeeze out one final moment of intimacy before hardening his heart once again. For his own sanity, he needed to reclaim the blinding anger he’d felt since discovering her betrayal. He wanted to hate her, but her continued soft cries for forgiveness were starting to sway him. He needed to get the hell out of there before he did something really stupid.
Not in a million years would he have ever thought he could walk out and leave his wife in a place like The Punishment Pit. His pain and regret were palpable, but the anger he’d felt had left him with the cum he shot deep inside her. All that was left was his grief over losing the woman he loved.
