I studied each of their faces quietly while I crouched between them. Josh looked calm and concerned with Ali, while Ali looked like she could explode at any moment. Her nostrils flared as she exhaled, which was a clear sign of someone emotionally on edge. I wasn’t certain what to make of her red cheek yet, but I was sure that it wasn’t from being aroused.
“Ali, I think you know better than to push someone in the main room. Someone who may not have been aware of your relationship with Josh could’ve intervened or made a complaint. You know Oxygen has a zero-tolerance policy for putting your hands on someone in that fashion,” I reminded her.
She nodded and then looked at me.
“I do know, yes. I don’t know what I was thinking. It was wrong of me to have messed around and pushed Josh. You’re right, someone could have witnessed it and reported it. And I don’t want to get suspended or removed from Oxygen.” Ali turned her head to look at Josh. “I’m sorry, Josh.”
“It’s okay, Ali,” Josh began.
“No, Josh, it’s not. You can’t simply shrug and say it’s fine. It’s your choice if you accept her apology, but at minimum you need to be firm and remind her to relax and settle down with the verbal jabs.”
“But I shouldn’t have kept on pushing and poking at her. I knew she was angry or upset about something, and I kept joking around with her when I should’ve asked her if she wanted to talk about it.”
Josh even knew something was up with Ali, and I’d bet money that it had something to do with that red mark on her face. My guess was that he had asked her and she wouldn’t tell him, just as she wouldn’t tell me.
“While the two of you are with me, you will behave as the bottoms that I expect you to be. There will be respect among the three of us. With respect comes trust, and with trust comes the perfect foundation for us to grow. But unless you two start looking in the mirror and being cognizant of your actions, then our foundation will not be as strong as it can be. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Josh answered.
“Yes,” Ali replied.
“I want us to have fun and to enjoy our sessions here. What you’ve heard of me is true. I get off on disciplining naughty bottoms and those who need it. My brand of discipline is unique, and I promise that you will learn the lesson that I seek to teach you from it. I also get off on making my bottoms feel good.”
I paused and glanced at Ali. She had a gleam of determination in her eyes. The little masochist wasn’t going to enjoy my brand of discipline nearly as much as she thought she would. She’d find out tonight, and hopefully it would set the tone with her.
“I’m not above anything. There isn’t an act, or a kink, or a fetish, that I won’t use for discipline or pleasure. Keep that in mind because tomorrow, the three of us are going to get together, and we’re going to revisit your hard limits.”
I knew Ali would tell me about the hair pulling thing. But there were other things floating around in here that she wouldn’t tolerate. And the same would go for passive Josh. I expected him to recite that he didn’t want to be struck in his lower back.
Tonight, I’d improvise a little. I had planned a flogging session, but I thought there was a greater need with Ali learning a lesson. Josh would learn too. I stood, removed my shirt, and set it on the back of a wooden chair next to the wall. I kept my eyes on Ali as I walked toward them. While I walked, I undid my belt and wrapped it around my shoulders, letting the end and the buckle drape forward over my chest. Ali’s heated stare drifted from my eyes to the belt. There was no doubt in my mind that Ali badly wanted to take the belt from me.
But not tonight. Something had happened with her earlier. I didn’t know if it was here at the club, or prior to arriving. It had set the tone for her evening and her mood. She’d learn that her lack of being forthcoming with the info when I asked for it would lead to being disciplined. I’d discipline her with watching Josh take something that she badly wanted.
“Josh, remove your jockstrap and go get on the spanking bench,” I instructed without letting my eyes leave Ali. I motioned with my forefinger and middle finger for Ali to stand.
“Remove the bra and panties.”
I waited for Ali to remove the garments and place them in my hand. The moment I saw her body, I could feel myself begin to stiffen. She truly was a beautiful young woman with hips I would be able to hold on to … eventually. I rubbed my thumb over the crotch of her thong to feel how damp they were.
“These are really damp, Ali.”
“I told you that I was turned on by Mistress Tabitha.” She shrugged.
I went back to the counter that was lined with toys and tools, and I scanned it for my options. I picked up a set of leather cuffs with buckles and a plastic ball that resembled a toy that cats would play with. It had a couple bells inside of it and would alert me if dropped or tossed.
I led Ali to the wall opposite from where Josh was on the spanking bench. The wall had “D” rings in various places where the players could attach restraints to the wall. I wrapped the cuffs around her small wrists and checked to make sure I could easily slip a finger between her flesh and the cuff to ensure it wasn’t too tight. I attached the clasp from one wrist cuff to the wall with her arms in a natural resting position. I didn’t want to have her arms restrained over her head because then I had a clock working against me. Fifteen or twenty minutes max was what I could have before her hands would get cold and the blood flow reduced.
Her nipples were hard, and she pushed her breasts toward me. She was dying for me to touch them. Punishments could be a bitch. I guided her feet far enough apart so her pussy would feel the cool air against it, and hopefully it would add to her discomfort. After I attached the other wrist cuff to the wall, I demonstrated the sound that the ball would make when it was dropped. I picked the ball up and put it in her right hand.
“If you need to say your safe word, you only need to drop the ball on the floor. It will alert me, and I’ll come over. Do you understand?”
“Yes. But can’t I just say the word?”
“No, sweetheart. Your mouth will be gagged with your damp panties.”
I turned the panties inside out, which wasn’t too hard since it was a thong. I made sure that the wet crotch rested against her tongue as I strategically placed them into her mouth. My thumb gently brushed the red place on her soft cheek. If only you had been honest and just told me, sweetheart.
As I walked back to Josh, his naked ass waited for me as if on a silver platter. Seeing his toned thighs and calves made me think about how I needed to step up my workout routine. Though, he probably had close to fifteen years of youth on his side. I smiled at how he positioned himself on the bench with his cock and balls safely tucked under him. I’d seen that long dick of his, courtesy of his session with Tabitha the other night, and I wanted to see it now. Standing at the back of the spanking bench behind his perfect ass, I reached over him and tapped his hipbone.
