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It was on the third stroke that Brianna let out an involuntary cry, yanking as hard as she could against the leather restraints in a futile attempt to free herself from their restrictive hold. Lukus payed her cry no mind and quickly delivered number four with a very loudthwackthat echoed through the empty chamber.
Both women were one-third through the punishment.
True to his word, Lukus didn’t help her by rubbing away the pain, but as he turned the scene over to Derek to deliver the next set to Rachel, he stepped close to Brianna to comfort her by lightly rubbing the small of her back. His touch was strangely soothing considering he was touching her with the exact same hand that was causing her pain in the first place. She was grateful for the short reprieve to try to get her emotions in check, yet it was difficult to truly calm down as Rachel cried through her continued strapping.
“Oh please, Daddy. I’m so sorry. Please… no more.” The tone of her plea was heartbreaking.
Rachel couldn’t see Derek’s face, but Brianna could. Derek looked as if he were in pain, just like his wife. While she’d noticed him almost relishing punishing other subs on stage the night before, Bri could see he was enjoying this punishment about as much as his wayward sub. Still, he steeled his jaw and pulled back his muscular arm to deliver another loud strapping to his wife’s ass. The next four strokes came at about ten-second intervals with Rachel crying hard by the time he got to his next stopping point at twenty-four lashes. When Rachel struggled against her binds, Brianna wished her hands were free so she could reach across and comfort the young submissive. She was relieved to see Derek caressing his wife’s back lightly just as Lukus had done, helping Rachel get her tears under control.
It was almost like the men made a pact ahead of time not to talk during the punishment because within one minute of Derek finishing, Lukus silently removed his caressing hand to resume Brianna’s caning. This time, the first strike connected perfectly with Brianna’s tender sit spot where her ass and thighs met. The scream that erupted from her was primal.
It was in the aftermath of that stroke she felt a welcome warmth growing, igniting her pussy to the same heat level as her punished ass. She recognized the signs that she was on her way to sub-space around the same time Lukus issued a warning. “I told you, and I expect you to remember, you will never come again during a punishment. I’d be very careful. Hold it back, Brianna.”
How the hell could he know so fast?
Through her pain Brianna gritted out, “I can’t. It hurts so much, Lukus. Please… stop…”
“Sorry sweetheart, but it’s supposed to hurt. That’s why it’s called a punishment. If this were a sensual or erotic caning, you’d be allowed to come as many times as you want.” Lukus delivered the next stroke as Brianna tried to wrap her head around the fact that someone…anyone… might actually try to combine the words “sensual” and “caning” into one sentence. It seemed ridiculous to her as tears finally fell down her cheeks through the eighth and hardest stroke yet, bringing her to her two-thirds point.
Lukus leaned down to quietly ask against her ear, “Are you doing okay, sweetheart, or would you like a short break before we finish?”
Bri couldn’t keep the surprise out of her answer. “You’re actually asking me? I have a choice?”
Lukus’s voice was stronger when he replied. “We will finish. Of that you have no choice. But I’m not an ogre, Brianna. The purpose of a punishment is for a sub to learn her lesson. That doesn’t mean I need to terrorize you to get my point across.”
Brianna’s breath caught.
Why the hell couldn’t I have met Lukus instead of Jake at that club all those years ago? He’s the Dom I’d been dreaming of. I got stuck with the devil instead.
“Let’s just get it over with. I really hate how you’re stopping me from going to my happy place.”
Lukus’s light caress on her cheek was as odd as his soft chuckle. “There is no happy place in a punishment. That only comes once your punishment is over.”
Their conversation was cut short by the sound of the strap connecting solidly with Rachel’s ass. Bri’s eyes connected with her fellow sister-in-arms in time to see the flood of emotions bombarding Rachel. The surprise, the burn on her ass, and after a few long seconds, the resignation of her situation. The tears were falling down her cheeks and Brianna was just thinking about how much she wanted to reach out and comfort her new friend when her own ass felt the agony of her own next cane strike at the hands of Lukus. This strike felt much harder than the previous eight and the involuntary scream left her before she could stop herself. Now she wished she could wipe away her own tears.
The men continued alternating back and forth with their punishment. While in the beginning Brianna could tell Lukus was trying to keep the welts from hitting one on top of the next, her ass and upper thighs were now so covered with pain that she could no longer distinguish where one painful stripe ended and the next began.
When she could no longer take it, Bri started rambling. “No… please, Sir… I’m begging you... no more.” When it was clear he wasn’t stopping, her ranting moved to apologies—apologies she truly meant. “I’m so sorry. Please, Sir, it hurts too much. I promise to behave.”
It hit Bri at some point that as bad as she had it right now, Rachel had had it much worse. Even though she was being strapped and not caned, this could have been more pain than a pregnant woman should withstand and Bri suddenly understood the extra care and concern both Doms had shown Rachel before the punishment had even begun. In spite of the agony Lukus was causing her right now, she felt a wave of affection over his concern for Rachel.
Close to done, she focused on just getting through the final few strokes. When Lukus finally announced she’d completed her punishment, there was a tiny part of her that was actually sorry because the last few strokes had heated her pussy.
Only when she felt Lukus caressing her now slick slit did she understand he’d done it on purpose. He barely brushed her clit with the pad of his finger and an involuntary shudder passed through her as he chuckled, pulling his hand away.
“Damn you, Lukus. You did that on purpose.”
The unexpected cane strike took her breath away. “Oweeee! I thought I was done!”
Lukus leaned close and grabbed her chin to turn her wet face towards him. She had no choice but to look him in the eye. “Next lesson, sweetheart. At least when you’re being punished, I’m not Lukus. I am Sir or Master. And when your Master spends his valuable time correcting your misbehavior, you’ll thank him. Is that clear?”
Brianna was shocked at how easily her words tumbled from her mouth. It was as if she’d been waiting for his direction. “I’m so sorry, Sir. Thank you for punishing me, Sir.”
Brianna was rewarded with a signature Lukus smile that lit up his green eyes. In spite of his earlier rant about Doms rubbing their subs' pain away, Bri welcomed his tender touch lightly massaging her ass and thighs. She could tell he was inspecting his handy work to make sure he hadn’t done any lasting damage. A warm rush flowed through her at the mere possibility her husband might one day punish her like this. In spite of the lingering discomfort, she felt a fulfillment she’d been searching for washing over her. This dangerous intimacy—the connection she felt to Lukus right now—is what she’d been dreaming of. It was a level of intimacy she longed to experience with Markus.
Poor Rachel’s punishment was continuing. Only now did Bri sneak another peek at Derek and she was still confused at the pain she saw on his face. She’d always assumed that Doms like Lukus and Derek were sadists, men who got their kicks by actually hurting their subs. She knew she had gotten that idea because that was exactly what drove Jake. But she was learning they could be gentle and caring as well.
These men were so different, and she couldn’t help but wonder what kind of Dom Markus had been. Surely, he had to have been more like Lukus and Derek. If he had been a true sadist, she doubted he could’ve turned his back on the lifestyle.
