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The contraption conjured taboo memories of dark erotic romances, heavy on humiliatingly harsh punishment. The restraint device looked complicated, with multiple padded surfaces and handle grips. She approached it tentatively, crawling up onto the kneeler pads. Lukus made quick work of arranging her how he wanted.
Her body was thrust forward, placing her tummy against a three-foot–long, six-inch–wide padded rail. She had to extend forward to grasp two handgrips far in front of her, leaving her naked breasts dangling. Lukus secured a two-inch–wide sturdy leather strap across her back. He tugged it tight until she felt her bladder pressed against the ledge. Leather buckles secured her wrists and ankles next, ensuring she was going nowhere until he allowed it.
She managed to hold her emotions in check until Lukus moved some mechanical controls. He was stretching her arms towards the ceiling while the pad under her hips raised as well, forcing her ass high in the air. With the leather strap across her lower back, Tiff was now forced to arch her back to better expose her naked breasts. She couldn’t stop her involuntary cry as he made the final adjustment to the apparatus, moving the pads she was kneeling on several feet apart. Tiff felt the cool air on her wet slit. Her pussy was now exposed to her disciplinarian, available to him should he wish to use her most private body part to teach her a hard lesson in obedience.
Tiffany had closed her eyes, but hearing the men across the room talking softly, she opened them to check on Brianna. She wished she hadn’t. Only now did she understand why Lukus had moved the bench. She was only a few feet from Brianna, who was secured in a real pillory with devious upgrades. The women faced each other. No doubt, the men planned to enhance their punishment by forcing them to witness each other’s humiliating discipline and submission.
Bri’s wrists were secured by the two blocks of wood, each with a small hole notched out just big enough for her slender wrists. A chin brace sat where her neck would have been placed in a similar hole in a traditional pillory. Her chin was secured in a way that forced her head up to maintain eye contact with Tiffany. There would be no missing each other’s embarrassing punishment. Brianna tested the waters by closing her eyes and was met with an immediate slap to her bottom.
“Eyes open. Both of you. You don’t get to shut out one second of tonight’s lesson.”
Lukus moved across the room to examine the impressive array of implement choices. Tiffany couldn’t see what he was contemplating and decided that was a good thing.
While they waited for Lukus, Markus continued preparing his wife’s body for what was to come. He licked his fingers, then swiped them across her nipples. Tiff saw Bri’s nips turning to hard nubs. Not wanting her to enjoy his touch, Markus pinched her first nipple, hard. Brianna’s breathing turned shallow until evil-looking clawed clamps were snapped onto her first breast, bringing on both tears and panting as she worked through the sudden pain.
Tears tracked down Bri’s face. Tiff tried to comfort her silently as the second clamp bit into her other tit. Brianna managed well—until Markus reached into his pocket and pulled out heavy magnetic weights. Tiffany watched with fascination as her best friend allowed the pain to settle in with each layer of additional weight pulling towards the ground, swaying with even small movements. Her best friend’s breasts would be in agony once the punishment to her bottom began, as there was no chance Bri would not flinch. Each movement would increase the pain in her nipples.
Lukus was back too soon. The silence in the room was unnerving as all four occupants seemed to hold their breath. Tiff wished she could see Lukus, but she had to settle for watching Markus as he hardened himself for the job at hand. He was looking past her. She imagined the men were silently steeling themselves to do what needed to be done to make sure their subs followed instructions in the future.
Tiff’s gaze shifted to Brianna. The men may have been hardening their resolve to be strict with the women they loved, but the women used this time—vulnerably laid out before their Doms—to slip deeper into their yielding mindset. Gone were the sassy retorts and snappy repartee. What remained was guilt and anticipation. As she felt the first connection of Lukus’s large palm on the globes of her ass, Tiff settled into her submission.
The slow, yet steady connection of his hand on her flesh wasn’t painful—yet. With each slap increasing in power, Tiff felt heat rising on her bare bottom. Just when she began feeling overwhelmed by the escalating pain, Lukus placed his left hand on the small of her back, right above the strap holding her immobile. How he knew that was the precise moment she needed his touch, she didn’t understand. Even his caress wasn’t enough to stop panic from erupting as the burn surpassed that of any previous punishment.
Brianna had it worse. Tiff tried to take her mind off her own discomfort by focusing on her best friend, as Bri’s husband provided a stern warm-up spanking. She could tell Bri was trying her best not to move her body, but as the spanking got harder, she couldn’t stop from jerking away from the contact, which only brought agony to her clamped nipples, their weights dangling heavy towards the floor.
It was hard for Tiffany to feel relief when the men finally stopped, since she knew that meant it was time for the real punishment to begin.
Lukus wasted no time with transition. Tiff got a split-second warning from the alarm on Brianna’s face, just before she felt a lick of fire lighting up her right butt cheek. She was vaguely aware that it was her voice piercing the quiet room with a short cry of surprise. The next strike was thankfully on her left ass cheek, spreading pain as she registered a heavy thudding sound. Whatever implement he was using, it was heavy and made of wood.
Behind Brianna, Markus produced the scariest looking paddle Tiffany had ever seen. It briefly distracted her, until the next volley of heat was delivered to her own sit-spot. Tears blurred her vision, thankfully obscuring the scene confronting her of Markus swinging a thick Lexan paddle, connecting with a crack to his wife’s ass. With a howl, Bri lunged forward as far as the pillory allowed, attempting to escape the punishing device, only to endure a second wave of pain courtesy of the swaying weights stretching her tits.
The men continued their onslaught by adding a stern and humiliating lecture.
Markus started, after delivering three full-force swats with the evil paddle. “I can’t believe you defied me, Brianna. Were my instructions unclear?”
She had opened her mouth to answer, but only a wail erupted when his next swing connected sharply with her bottom—so hard that Tiff saw her knees buckle under the strain. The weights biting into her nipples swung wildly. Bri managed only to emit a long groan.
Lukus joined in the interrogation. “I’d love to hear you answer that question, Tiffany. Were my instructions to you unclear?” Like Markus, he gave her no time to answer before delivering his next rapid volley of heat. She suspected he was using a large wooden hairbrush. She remembered reading her romance novels and thinking that implement sounded lame. Boy, had been she wrong.
“Tiffany? I’m waiting.”
This time he paused long enough for her to form heartfelt words. “I said I’m sorry.”
The next set began immediately. Tiffany didn’t like the trend she was noticing. Each new burst of swats with the wicked hairbrush got harder and longer. By the time Lukus stopped again, he’d laid down twenty-five fresh wallops, and her tears had changed into sobs.
Mingled with her weeping was a long string of repetitiveOws, ending in another wailing cry of, “I’m so sorry.” He allowed her to rest just long enough to calm, although the continuing onslaught against Brianna’s ass and accompanying howls made that difficult.
She was just about to hope it was over when the next layer of heat came fast and heavy, spreading like wildfire across her entire bottom and upper thighs. The rhythmic strokes allowed Tiff to anticipate the cadence of her doom. As her punishment continued, her agony crested, and she began panicking that she wouldn’t be able to handle the intensity of a true Lukus Mitchell punishment. Her body reacted by flailing against the restraints with all her strength, desperate to escape the pain as she cried out. “It’s too much! Oh God, please stop. No more!”
Lukus delivered several more thudding cracks against her exposed globes before stopping. He surprised her by moving into the space separating the naughty subs, kneeling directly in front of her, blocking the sight—but unfortunately not the sound—of Brianna’s continuing punishment.
Tiff wasn’t prepared for the moisture she saw in Lukus’s own eyes as he pulled out a small cloth from his back pocket, using it to dab at her tears before having her blow her nose. Watching him struggling to check his emotions strangely helped her tamp down her own fear. She was reminded she was not enduring this alone. They were in this D/s relationship together.
It helped even more when Lukus cupped her face in his hands, gently caressing her damp cheeks with his thumbs. “I know you’re sorry, baby. But you flat out defied me. I had very good reasons why I told you to stay home. I didn’t just make the decision on a whim, or to piss you off. When I give direct instructions, I expect to be obeyed—without question. Is that understood?”
Tiffany’s mind was racing. Her brain still rebelled at the wordobey. It was such an old-fashioned concept. It felt out of place in today’s world. Yet, her insistent need to be dominated by the strong man in front of her could not be denied. She hated the powerful pain, but cannot deny the intense intimacy she felt with Lukus now, when she was at her most vulnerable—strapped down, forced to bend to his will. She hated the guilt and shame she felt for disappointing him. In that moment, she knew she’d submit to anything just to maintain the extraordinary connection she had with this man.
“Tiffany?”
