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As Brianna approached the punishment bench, Lukus guided her to straddle the now angled top and kneel on the padded leg rests. She leaned forward, placing her weight on the cool leather, as she reached for the handgrips on either side of the bench near her head.
Brianna was uneasy when Lukus began strapping her into place, tightly securing both her ankles and wrists to the bench. The position of her legs had her splayed wide, vulnerable. She was almost completely immobile when Lukus’s chest unexpectedly brushed her back as he reached below her to grasp the wide leather waist restraint. He cinched it tightly, securing her waist to the bench and ensuring she wouldn’t be able to yank her ass away from the upcoming blows, no matter how much she may want to.
Brianna’s anxiety escalated as she looked up and realized she was only about two feet away from Rachel’s face. Rachel’s expression was not much better as her husband secured her to her own bench in the exact same manner. It didn’t bode well that such an experienced submissive was afraid of her upcoming discipline.
Brianna was embarrassed to have Rachel there to witness her lose control, which she was surely going to do since Lukus had promised to keep her from escaping to her happy place and climaxing. Yet, a part of her was comforted that she wouldn’t be going through this punishment alone. She felt a budding sisterhood with Rachel nearby.
An unwelcome memory of Jake invaded as she heard Lukus standing behind her, swishing a medium-weight cane through the open air, testing the feel of the punishment device. Just the swishing was a frightening trigger, bringing back buried feelings.
Brianna closed her eyes, trying to remain calm as she remembered how brutal his punishments had been. A deep anger towards Jake burned inside of her. His repeated abuse had conditioned her body to cope in the only way it knew how when faced with the overwhelming dose of pain; unknowingly, he’d tapped into the ability to drive her to her happy place, where intense orgasms would run together, creating a sensation that was akin to a drug-induced high.
Her brain had always known how dangerous Jake was, but over time, she found she could only push down her desire for that intense pleasure for so long before she needed anotherhit. She felt a renewed shame at allowing the need for those powerful orgasms to outweigh the danger of going anywhere with Jake ever again.
No wonder Markus will never forgive me. I’m not sure I’ll ever forgive myself.
“Brianna, are you okay?” It was Rachel asking, having a front row seat to the look of rising fear on her face.
“I’ve just had a really bad history with a cane is all. It’s freaking me out.”
She immediately felt Lukus’s warm caress on the small of her back. “Brianna, I told you I’d be careful. You told me you trust me. Was that a lie?” His voice was surprisingly gentle.
Tears were streaming down her face as she answered. “I didn’t lie, Sir, but that doesn’t stop me from being afraid. I just can’t help but remember.”
“Well, today is the day you’re going to forget about Jake. Do you hear me? Focus on the here and now.” He turned and addressed Derek. “You want to tag team this one?”
Derek was quick to reply. “I was hoping that’s what you were thinking when you brought in the second bench. Since Rachel has more to go, I’ll start. I think we’d better give them a warm-up first, don’t you?”
Lukus’s answer came in the form of a hard slap to Brianna’s ass with his open palm. Derek wasted no time in getting started with Rachel’s spanking as well.
At first, Brianna just thought they were trying to prolong the women’s punishment, but then she remembered reading on a domestic discipline website that the head of the household should always give a warm-up spanking when they plan on using harsher implements, since it reduces the chance of bruising. Bri was grateful that, once again, Lukus was proving to be a conscientious Dom by looking out for her.
Bri closed her eyes, trying to focus on the submissive feelings coursing through her. The rather light and almost sensuous spanking was just what she needed to help her mentally prepare for what was coming next. It helped that Lukus stopped every so often to caress her ass, testing the heat level of her exposed skin.
After just a couple of minutes of warm up, Lukus and Derek stopped at the same time as if they’d choreographed it. Hell, for all Bri knew, maybe they had.
Lukus began his stern lecture to both wayward ladies. “Rachel, why are you being punished today?”
“Because I disobeyed direct orders from Master Derek. I not only let Brianna see me, but I talked with her and I also untied her from the bed. I’m so very sorry, Sir.”
“That’s correct. I’m sure you are sorry and if you aren’t yet, you will be very soon. Brianna, why are you being punished today?”
“Because I coaxed Rachel into coming into the bedroom and talking to me and then untying me, even though I knew you’d never want her to.”
“That’s correct. I didn’t hear your apology. Do you want additional strokes?”
“Oh my God, no. I’m so sorry.” At the last second, she remembered to throw in the “Sir.”
“Better. Master Derek, let’s get started. James suggests changing Rachel’s punishment to a strapping or belting. Canes are off limits until after the baby comes. We also need to take frequent breaks to allow her to adjust to the pain levels. He asked that you phone him next week to sync up on his punishment advice, especially for the third trimester.”
She expected to see the relief on Rachel’s face, but wasn’t expecting the happiness exuding from Derek with the change in plans. Only now did Bri see how much the fearless Dom had been dreading punishing his pregnant wife. Lukus waited for Derek to trade in his cane for a wide leather strap. It looked well-worn and Bri didn’t even hazard a guess how many asses that leather had kissed.
Without further delay or practice taps, Derek got started with a rather hard first whack of the strap to his wife’s bare ass. Brianna couldn’t believe Rachel remained silent, in spite of the pained look that crossed her beautiful face. She barely had time to register the pain of the first strike when Derek delivered number two and then a quick number three. Rachel’s expression changed as the pain settled in. The tears were already flowing unchecked down her face, but Bri suspected a good portion of those tears were caused from the guilt she felt at letting her Dom down by disobeying orders.
Derek continued to deliver the corporal punishment to his wife’s immobile ass. By the time he got to the tenth stroke, Rachel’s tears were flowing harder and she was whimpering with a strange mix of pain and pleasure.
Brianna was absolutely ashamed that the sight and sounds of Rachel’s punishment were causing her own pussy to physically throb. By the time Derek had delivered stroke number twelve with the leather, Bri’s breathing was ragged, as if she were the one on the receiving end of his corrective discipline. She felt guilty getting turned on by witnessing someone else’s pain.
She didn’t have long to feel the crush of guilt because she had her own agony to manage once Lukus got started. She heard the swish of the upcoming stroke before she felt it. The short warning, unfortunately, gave her enough time to clench her ass. There was a delay of about one second where Bri’s brain had just enough time to think,‘Well that wasn’t so bad,’before the heat spread across her ass like a lick of fire. She barely finished that thought before the second stroke fell just below the first. Brianna vaguely registered that Lukus really was a pro, grateful he had avoided hitting the same place twice.
