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And now, it seemed, she had a decision to make. She could try her hardest to follow his edicts, and save her ass in its current nearly pristine condition, or she could take a chance and carefully disobey, therefore earning a punishment and immersing herself into the Rojo experience.
She was running over the rule list in her head, and considering her options when a hostess approached. Even without looking up, she recognized that it was her new friend Crystal and her face burned with embarrassment.
“Good evening, boss.” Crystal spoke cheerfully, giving no noticeable indication that she had even taken in Diamond’s presence. “We weren’t expecting to see you here tonight, and off duty no less. Can I get you anything to drink?”
Diamond hoped for a martini to calm her nerves, but she wasn’t able to say so. She had no choice but to trust Pax to make her decisions for her, and to obey them happily even if they weren’t ones she herself would have made.
“Two ice waters with lemon please, Crystal. And a straw.”
Darn.
When Crystal turned to leave, she backed up a step, and looked straight down at Diamond, who suddenly wanted to sink into the floor. Her face burned in shame, as her friend slowly raised her eyebrows, smiled knowingly, and walked away.
Mortified, Diamond buried her face in her hands and groaned. Maybe she should ask permission to use the restroom so that she wouldn’t have to be here when Crystal returned. She didn’t get the chance. Before she could even turn to look at him, or open her mouth to speak, that damned bullet came to life, startling her to her feet, as she danced in place while it danced inside of her. And just as suddenly it stopped and she realized what she had done. Clapping her hands over her mouth, she turned to look at her dom. Pax was gazing at her with an expression that spoke volumes. His eyes conveyed amusement at her reaction, but his mouth was set in a hard line. One hand was in his pocket, and the other rested on the table, just inches away from the stupid paddle. Her stomach dropped to her knees. She questioned him with her eyes, and he nodded gravely. Making a swirling motion in the air with his finger, he motioned for her to turn around, so that her back was to him. She obeyed, hesitantly, knowing that not obeying would only make the situation worse.
“Bend over, and touch your toes.” His voice was so low, for a moment she seriously considered pretending she hadn’t heard him, but her body betrayed her. As much as she was mortified knowing that Crystal was likely to return at any moment and see her bent over with her hands around her ankles, presumably being spanked by the boss, she couldn’t not obey. The thrill of not knowing what was going to happen, and knowing that she had an audience watching as she was publicly chastised was making her pussy throb and clench around the intruding object as she clenched her thighs together willing it to stay in place, as it seemed to slide farther and farther out with each naughty thought.
“Stay in position, sub, and think about what’s about to happen,” Pax whispered, standing and leaning in close. She felt, rather than saw, his position shift as he lifted the paddle from the table, and she squirmed, in her place. But it’s hard to squirm while bent at the waist grabbing your ankles, so in reality she just wiggled her ass, making the view that much more interesting. Her dress was unbelievably short already, so now, in her precarious position, it barely covered her ass. She was incredibly grateful to be wearing panties, even if their sole purpose was to hold the punishment inducing torture device in place.
Her face was bright red, burning from the knowledge that all eyes were on her, and the fact that she could hear heels, presumably Crystal’s, clicking as someone made their way up the stairs. Her worst fears were confirmed when the heels came into view, walking straight up to their table. She held her breath, once again willing herself to disappear.
No such luck.
Pax chose that exact moment to strike. Her whole body swayed under the force of the paddle—so much so that she almost fell over, but she stubbornly didn’t make a peep. After all, that’s what had gotten her into this predicament in the first place. The paddle fell twice more before the heels clicked again, announcing Crystal’s departure and Diamond wondered if she would ever be able to look her friend in the eyes again.
She didn’t have time to think about it. She felt a weight on her back and realized that Pax had stopped spanking her, and instead of returning the paddle to its place on the table had chosen to balance it awkwardly in the middle of her back.
“Don’t let it fall,” he barked.
And she wondered what he meant, and how long she would have to stay bent over in this god-awful position with her dress riding up, the blood rushing to her head, and a wooden paddle balanced on her back. Just when she was convinced it couldn’t possibly get any worse, the damn bullet came to life, buzzing with twice the intensity as it had been previously, so loudly that there was no possibility in hell that every single person in the VIP lounge didn’t hear it and have some idea of what was going on.
“Fuck, just kill me now,” she muttered to herself.
Pax, cool as a cucumber, calmly sat back down behind her, and sipped his drink. And she was left with nothing to do, but stand there with this damn torture device working her up into an over aroused, sopping wet frenzy in a club full of people, and pray that the God damned paddle didn’t fall, because she couldn’t even imagine what the consequence would be if it did.
So she stood there, legs clamped together, grasping her ankles, paddle balanced on her back, a loud buzzing sound coming from her vagina, just praying that she could hold it together, and that Pax would have mercy on her soon. Every minute felt like thirty, and after what felt like forever but what was in reality, only about five minutes, the buzzing stopped. The paddle was lifted, and brought down across her protruding rear one final time, and then she heard the blissful sentence excusing her from her current predicament.
“Very good, sub. You may stand up now, princess.”
As she stood, shaking slightly as the blood fell from where it had gathered and righted itself to her extremities, Pax grabbed her, drew her into his arms and kissed her deeply. The VIP lounge exploded into loud applause, and Diamond went rigid in his arms. For a brief and blissful moment, she had forgotten that she had an audience for the entire ordeal.
Pax just laughed and pulled her closer, bending down to whisper in her ear. “Are you ready to go home now, sub? Do you feel like you’ve gotten the full immersion experience? Or enough for one night anyway?”
“Yes, sir.”
