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Finally, the door opened again. This time, Anthony stood there, along with the man she recognized as Lawrence. Anthony wore a cashmere sweater over dark slacks, his feet in leather loafers. Lawrencewas dressed in a black button-down shirt over black leather pants and heavy boots.
Anthony smiled down at her. “Welcome to The Enclave, Hannah. You may stand.”
He held out a hand, helping her to her feet. “After Master Lawrence addresses the issue of your misbehavior during the drive up, we will formalize the terms of your slave contract.”
“Misbehavior?” Again the damn squeak in her voice.
Unlike gracious Anthony, Lawrence had a hard look in his eyes. He pursed his lips and then said, “Hans informed us of your constant questioning of his directives and failure to immediately obey. Before you sit down with Master Anthony, I will give you a quick lesson that this kind of behavior is not acceptable at The Enclave, however temporary your stay here.”
“Oh,” Hannah breathed with dismay, her voice barely a whisper.
She was starting to think Hans had been right. Maybe she had bitten off more than she could chew.
It was one thing to write these kinds of scenarios. She’d done the research and read literally hundreds of testimonials and blogs written by both Doms and subs, many of whom lived a Master/slave lifestyle. But as she stared up at these two men, she realized just how vast the chasm between fantasy and reality actually was.
The Enclave disciplinarian, a guy she’d barely met and hadn’t much cared for, was waiting to give her a “quick lesson,” before she’d even hashed out the terms of her stay. What if she refused outright? Explained that, while this was all very exciting and daring, it was moving just a tad, or no, let’s be honest, way the fuck too fast for her to cope with? Would they cut her some slack? Or would they have Hans take her right back home?
Come on, a voice in her head protested.Donotblow this right out of the gate, Hannah.
A “quick lesson” couldn’t be all that terrible. And anyway, Anthonywouldn’t let anything truly bad happen to her.
When Lawrence reached for the leash that dangled from her collar, Hannah followed obediently. She saw no one as they passed through the foyer and the living room. She was glad, as she felt ridiculous being pulled along on a leash behind the two men.
“Bring her to the veranda when you’re done,” Anthony said to Lawrence as he turned to leave them.
“Will do.”
Lawrence brought Hannah to a small, windowless room just off the living room. There was a St. Andrew’s cross set against the back wall, as well as a metal kennel cage with a padlock on its door. A freestanding rack of impact toys had been placed near the cross. The only other piece of furniture in the room was a folding chair.
“This is the punishment room,” Lawrence said, leading her inside. “If you had signed up for our actual training program, I’d cuff you to that cross and give you a proper caning. The welts would serve as an excellent reminder of what happens when you willfully disobey.” He lifted his chin, looking down his narrow nose at her. “But since you’re just a little pet project of Master Anthony’s, I’ve been advised to go easy on you.”
Thank goodness for that small mercy. Didn’t this arrogant man realize she was doing the best she could? She didn’t appreciate the snark in his tone or his condescending remarks. She had to press her lips firmly together to keep from wisecracking something along the lines of ‘if only your dick was as big as your ego or worked half as well as your mouth maybe you wouldn’t have to resort to insults to get your point across.’
Lawrence unclipped the leash from her collar and hung it on a hook near the door. Then he sat down on the single chair. “A good, hard spanking will help put you in a more submissive mindset.”
Hannah had adored the few erotic spankings Andy had given her, and her perverse pussy instantly contracted with lust, her ass tingling with anticipation. But Lawrence was the last guy she would have chosen for her first real spanking at the hands of a Master. He’d made it quite clear this was to be a punishment, not an erotic experience. She got the strong feeling he didn’t evenlikeher, or at the very least resented her asan interloper.
Lawrence spread his legs and patted his left knee. “Let’s go. Bend over my thigh.”
She moved closer, doing a kind of awkward shuffle as she attempted to position herself. As she crouched self-consciously over his thigh, Lawrence immediately placed his other leg over the backs of her knees, trapping her in a firm grip.
“Hands behind your back, wrists touching,” he barked.
As she obeyed, he wrapped a firm hand around both her wrists. He lifted her arms slightly, which had the effect of forcing her head down nearly to the ground. The net result was that Hannah couldn’t have wriggled free, even if she’d tried.
A spurt of adrenaline born of genuine fear shot through her. Yet at the same time, she was thrilled to be held down in this way, completely at this man’s mercy.
Then he flipped up the back of her dress, fully exposing her bare ass. She had never felt so vulnerable in her life. At least he couldn’t see her face, which was hot with embarrassment.
“Ten strokes,” Lawrence informed her from above. “During the spanking, I will make a series of statements that you will repeat and hopefully internalize. Understood?”
“Yes,” she managed breathlessly. This was really happening.
His grip tightened on her wrists. “That’s yes,Sir.”
“Yes, Sir,” she managed, her heart booming in her ears.
“That’s better.” He loosened his vise-like grip on her wrists but didn’t release them.
