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If she’d looked back, she would have seen Will grinning, and several men shaking their heads, knowing they had taken far too long to approach. She had obviously come to play but had just chosen her Dom for the night.
Chapter Five
Ethan and Elizabeth walked through throngs of people, until they were about halfway down the length of the club. They had passed various areas where other scenes were being played out, but Elizabeth, her eyes lowered respectfully, only had a vague idea of what she had seen. She was with a Dominant she admired and knew would not push her past her comfort level.
Experience had reassured her that Ethan was very pleased to scene with her, though he was well aware that she was not as fully into the play as some of her contemporaries. Once he found an acceptable area, he sat down in a large chair and pulled her down onto his lap. Elizabeth curled up against him, feeling both excited by—and little wary of—what was to come.
Ethan stroked her arm until she began to relax. He was always patient and never hurried through a scene. He held her in his lap for a while, content just to pet her and occasionally drop a kiss on the top of her head, allowing her time to immerse herself more fully into her submissive role. Once he felt her body soften, he asked if she had been a good girl all week.
Elizabeth instantly shuddered, remembering the guilt she experienced every time her mind strayed to what she had witnessed.
Ethan chuckled, immediately understanding that she felt guilty about something. “Oh my, I believe someone was a very naughty girl. We can’t let that go unpunished, now can we?” he asked, gently guiding her off his lap and turning her over his knees.
Elizabeth bit back a moan as he lifted her skirt and lowered her panties just enough to bare the rounded globes of her bottom. He began spanking her slowly, using the palm of his hand to gradually warm her skin until it had reached a light pink. Though she did begin to squirm a bit, she didn’t make a sound. Ethan began to apply harder strokes with his hand—the sound sharp, filling the air around them. As her bottom heated, Elizabeth’s moans were barely audible.
Ethan picked up a thin paddle from the tray offered on small table next to his chair. “I don’t believe you are learning your lesson, little one,” he said, as he rubbed the wooden surface of the paddle across her tender skin.
“I am learning, Sir,” Elizabeth assured him, her voice shaking as the paddle continued to move across the surface of her ass, knowing what it could do. When Ethan briefly lifted the implement from her skin, she pushed her bottom up and out a bit, as if seeking the paddle’s caress. The unconscious move spoke of her enjoyment of a good spanking and sent signals that she wished her Dom to give her much more than she had taken so far.
“I’m going to paddle your ass hard, little girl,” Ethan warned, in a firm voice.
Elizabeth wiggled her bottom, her sex growing even wetter as his promise shot a bolt of desire straight to her clit.
“You need a good, hard paddling don’t you?” he asked, rubbing the paddle all over her bottom and then lifting it again off her skin.
“Yes, Sir,” Elizabeth said, her hands clinging to the legs of the chair, her long braid touching the floor beneath her head.
“Keep your legs down,” Ethan instructed, as he tightened his hold around her waist, pulling her closer. “Don’t let go of the chair. I don’t want to hurt your hands.”
Elizabeth’s entire body shuddered, accepting the fact she was about to get her ass truly roasted. She tightened her grip around the chair legs and forced her toes to the floor.
“Are you ready, my little Liz?” Ethan asked.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, and then slammed her lips together, her eyes shutting tight as he brought the paddle down with a tremendous crack against her bottom. Then again. And again—and again.
Elizabeth was soon kicking her feet, her hands flailing behind her in an effort to stop the paddling, but Ethan easily captured both and held them in one of his own. “None of that, little one. I’ve just begun to redden your bottom,” he chastised as he continued to crack the paddle across her ass.
Elizabeth struggled to remain silent. She always fought to remain as quiet as possible. Ethan didn’t know of her past or what kept her from vocalizing her pain, but she knew his goal was to bring her past the barrier she hid behind. He had paddled her dozens of times but had yet to hear her truly vocalize her pain. Though she began to moan, not a single cry passed her lips.
“Let it out, sweetheart,” he said, as he lifted his arm and applied the paddle hard across the lower part of her cheeks.
Elizabeth lifted her head, her back arching at the pain as he finished her paddling with a flurry of hard swats. Sounds of rapid cracks of the paddle echoed about them but only a thin, high keening came from her lips. Elizabeth had no idea of how many swats she had been given. By the time he laid the paddle down, her bottom was throbbing, her face streaked with tears.
Ethan cupped one hot cheek for a moment, assessing her condition, as well as her need to proceed. “That’s a very red, very hot little bottom,” he said, giving her buttock a squeeze before gently lifting her off his lap and turning her to face him. “Color?” he asked softly.
“Green, Sir.”
Ethan leaned forward and gave her a soft kiss and wiped away a tear from her cheek.
“Thank you, Sir,” she said, with a soft smile. “I’ll try to be a good girl this week.”
He chuckled and then grew serious. “You are such a sweet sub, Elizabeth,” he said, with a smile. He bent and kissed her gently. “You are so anxious to please, and yet you make me wonder if you find true joy in your play.”
She began to speak, wanting to assure him that she thoroughly enjoyed it when they partnered together in a scene. He pressed the tips of his fingers against her open lips and then moved them down to gently press against the hollow of her throat.
“Don’t get me wrong. You give immense pleasure with your submission, Elizabeth, and I know you find pleasure in our play as well. But, honey, you will never convince me or anyone else that your very soul needs this, needs to submit, until you use this,” he said, tapping the tips of his fingers on her skin. “I am talking about your voice. You are far too quiet when you are over my lap getting your butt blistered. I hope one day you will learn to feel safe among us. I hope one day you allow yourself to let go, to scream in both pain and joy, for only then will you be truly free.”
Elizabeth nodded. “You have taught me so much, and I am truly grateful. I promise, I am trying, Sir.”
