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“Oh, I…” Diamond stalled, unsure of what she was able to, or even wanted to say. She had the distinct feeling that Mistress Kimmora could make her spill her guts at the flick of a wrist if she wanted to. “It’s all new. I’ve been spanked before but that’s it.”
“Ahh,” her temporary companion sighed knowingly. “And did you enjoy it, being spanked?”
“Well,” Diamond replied with a ghost of a smile, “I’m not sure I was supposed to enjoy it, but yes, I did. Very much so.”
“Sit back, and enjoy the show then. You’re in for a treat.” Lady K pointed at the stage, where the explanation had ended. The lights had lowered, and two spotlights had appeared. One was focused on Sir Darius’s hands and the implements he wielded, and the other shone brightly across Roxy’s panty clad backside.
A soft, thuddy instrumental ballad played over the loudspeaker, leaving Diamond entranced. Darius was holding an identical flogger in each hand, and he, much like Pax, was putting on quite the opening show. The soft leather strands had yet to touch Roxy’s backside, but she was already squirming in her seat as he flicked the leather above her skin. From her reactions, it was obvious that she could hear it, that she could feel the air moving as it flailed through the air but the strands stopped short—coming to rest as close to her bottom as they possibly could without actually touching her.
Finally, holding his hands even with his chest six inches apart from each other, and stooping slightly, Darius flicked his wrists, one after another, in rhythm with the music, and the long falls made contact with his wife’s panty clad backside. Doing the opposite of what Diamond herself had done on stage, Roxy had her face turned towards the audience, and smiled in relief with the first stroke hit. Darius upped the speed, and intensity, each flick of his wrist becoming stronger and more defined, until Roxy was squirming. Was it in agony or ecstasy? Diamond couldn’t tell.
The crowd was completely silent, entranced by the rhythm of the tails as they fell against bare skin. It sounded like raindrops falling into a lake. Diamond loved the way the strands fell, splayed against Roxy’s backside, only to come together again as one as the flogger was lifted and poised for the next strike.
Suddenly Darius stopped, turning to the crowd before announcing simply “Horizontal Florentine.”
Then he backed up, six inches farther from where he had been before, and Diamond knew that the floggers would not touch Roxy’s skin if he flung them where he stood. What was he going to do? What was Horizontal Florentine? His shoulders came straight back, his arms bent flat against his sides and then extended at the elbows, straight out, a flogger still in each hand.
Lady K actually bounced in her seat, tapping Diamonds shoulder with excitement. “Oh, honey, you’re going to love this!”
She did love it. What followed was the single most arousing, enthralling thing Diamond had ever had the privilege of watching.
Darius, began rotating his wrists in a way that had the tails of the flogger dancing through the air. The way he moved, and the strands moved in turn reminded her of the rhythmic gymnastics competitions she had watched on television as a child. She was even more entranced now than she had been back then. Each twirl of his hands brought them closer together, and closer to Roxy. The woman was smiling, watching over her shoulder, egging the audience on in their cheering as Darius and the strands got faster and closer to her rear with every flowing movement. Finally, they made contact, and the shock on Roxy’s face as the sharp tips of the suede strands made their impact would be forever ingrained in Diamond’s brain. She didn’t know whether she should be watching Darius’s wrists, or Roxy’s face, so she did both, her head ricocheting back and forth like a ping pong ball. Between the beautiful flowing ballad on the loudspeaker, the soft clap of the strands hitting flesh, and the soft cry of shock Roxy gave each time, it was like watching a beautiful opera of pain and pleasure. Every hair on Diamond’s arms stood on end as Darius moved again to stand behind Roxy, parallel to her side, now fully facing the audience.
He tossed the floggers up in the air, and caught them in the opposite hand like one of the jugglers down on the strip. The difference was each time they landed, a quick flick of the wrist had the strands whipping down sideways across Roxy’s lower back, and then he would throw them again. Toss, cross, catch, flick. Toss, cross, catch, flick. Again and again, until light red welts began to shine across white flesh, highlighted and amplified under the spotlight, and Roxy was arching her back with each fresh blow, looking much like she was caught between shrieking in pain and moaning in pleasure.
Finally, the music ended. Darius stopped his juggling show, focusing instead on completing the demonstration with a flurry of hard strokes, working his way up and down his wife’s back, from the tops of her thighs to the top of the slit in her gown. The only sound that could be heard in the club was the soft stinging slap of thin leather strips against hot flesh. Diamond herself found it hard to breathe, as the strokes fell hard and fast. The scene was so intensely beautiful that she swore she could feel the bite of each lash of leather. Her own body felt warm and tingly, as if she were about to float away.
With a heavy sigh, she leaned back in her chair, completely spent, torn between wishing it had been her up on stage, and thanking her lucky stars that it wasn’t. A flogging didn’t seem to have the intense and swift pain of a hard spanking, more like a slow building sting that blossomed over time to a dull burn.
It had been the most erotic experience she had ever had, and she hadn’t even been the one experiencing it. Mentally adding being flogged to her spanking bucket list, Diamond slowly blinked, shaking herself from her dazed reverie as the lights came back on and Pax reappeared on stage. She drank in the sight of him, wholly aroused from her vicarious flogging experience, and groaned when he thanked everyone for coming, reminding the crowd that they had another demonstration, this one a suspension bondage course, coming up at midnight. That meant she had at least three hours left of working the floor, when all she currently wanted to do was tackle Pax to the ground and jump his bones until they were both unable to move. For her, it wouldn’t take much at this point.
Instead, she stood, slowly stretching, and willed her brain to wake, her eyes to focus and her feet to move. Any one of the three would be a vast improvement. She felt floaty and dead on her feet, and she hadn’t even done anything.
She was thankful when Crystal suddenly materialized next to her, smiling knowingly. “Intense huh?” she asked, taking Di by the elbow, and guiding her to the bar, bidding goodbye to the mistresses over her shoulder.
“You can say that again.”
“Every time I see Sir Darius, I swear to myself that the next day I’m going to go out and buy a flogger. So far, I still haven’t.” Crystal shrugged flippantly. “Not that it really matters. I’d still have to find a man willing to wield it.”
Nodding as if she understood, Diamond idly wondered if Pax had a flogger in his drawer of toys, and if he would ever get around to using it on her.
“Anyway…” Crystal clapped her on the back, as she turned. “Back to work,” she tossed out over her shoulder as she turned in the direction of the Tanners with a huge grin on her face.
Diamond glanced at the clock on the wall and sighed. Two hours and forty-seven minutes to go.
* * *
As soon as Diamond entered his suite at half past two in the morning, after a full shift, she stripped herself of her work clothes, leaving nothing but the symbolic collar, and knelt at his feet, in a pose of high protocol.
“Very good,” he murmured appreciatively. “You’re getting better at this.” She didn’t respond, as he hadn’t asked her a question, just another thing he had been training her on in this regard.
He took her chin in his hand, and pulled her face up gently, forcing her to meet his gaze. “This is a very nice surprise, my love, but I didn’t ask for it, nor do I require it tonight. I simply wanted your body in bed with me. I want to wake up with you next to me as we have a very early trip to make. But, what about you, my pet, what prompted this impromptu display of submission to your dom tonight? Is there something you want or need? Do you have something to confess?”
She was free to speak now, as he had asked her direct questions, but she blushed shyly and looked down once more before responding. “The only thing I want or need, Sir, is your cock inside of me.”
“Oh, really? Is that so?” He reached down and cupped the womanly apex between her legs, stroking the folds with two fingers, pleasantly surprised to find that she was soaked with her own juices. “Mm, baby, you certainly are ready for me, aren’t you? What is it that has you so excited after a long day at work?”
“A long day at work,” she explained with a giggle. “It was scary and overwhelming, and I felt so out of my element at times, and I saw things I could never even have imagined that I would see in my lifetime, but it was so, so hot, and the flogging was…” Unable to finish, she trailed off with a shiver.
