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“You know what? I even gave my buddy the opportunity to step in for me tonight, but he didn’t want to take it. Way to man up, huh? But this pretty little lady feels like she needs this in order to move on, so I’m going to be the one to give it to her. No voting on this one. Diamond is an experienced spankee, and we’re going to go until she feels better. Are you ready?”
* * *
Pax’s jaw twitched in anger as he listened to Jase’s speech. How dare he put Diamond in this situation? How dare she ask to be put in this situation?
Standing up there, all bent over and ready, shaking her pert little ass in his direction; she knew he was watching. But he knew his friend, too, and he was certain this had to be a scheme. Jason was a surprisingly nice guy when you got to know him, but he wasn’t that nice. He might however, go to these lengths for Pax which was exactly why Pax was calling their bluff. He refused to be a pawn in Jason’s cockamamie scheme. Jase was trying to control his life decisions just as he had accused Pax of trying to control Diamond’s.
And he wouldn’t go through with it. Jase would not spank Diamond. He knew it for a fact. He also knew that Diamond’s ass was his. They might not end up together, but she would not be spanked by another man. It wouldn’t be the same. He had known it from their first night together—she wasn’t kinky—she was just his.
They would go through all the motions, but when it came down to it, if he didn’t react, they had a back-up plan. They had to.
Even though he kept telling himself that, just watching the two of them up there was making him physically ill. His palms were sweaty, although that might be attributed to the fact that they were still balled into fists. His heart was beating fast as adrenaline rushed through his body. His mouth was dry with anticipation and his head was pounding with anger.
Every single nerve in his body was screaming at him to act, but he stubbornly stayed in place, even as Jase ended his speech, and went to stand behind Diamond, effectively blocking Pax’s view.
Pax rocked back on his heels. This was it, one of them would give.
Shock coursed through his veins as Jase raised the small leather paddle, and brought it down with a resounding smack against Diamond’s left cheek.
He stopped thinking; he just reacted. He was on the stage before he even had the coherent thought to move. Grabbing the paddle from Jase’s hand before he had a chance to strike for a second time, he shoved his friend out of the way.
“Nobody touches her but me.” He wasn’t yelling—his voice was scary calm and low—even to him.
“And we’re back to this again.” Jase shrugged, having the audacity to address his comments to the audience, rather than Pax himself. “The girl wants a spanking—that’s what she wants—so put up or shut up.”
The audience clued in quickly to the fact that he was the aforementioned professional dom in question, and they took up chanting.
“Put up! Put up! Spank her! Spank her!” Given the fact that he had come out looking like an ass in Jase’s retelling of events, he was actually pretty surprised that they weren’t instead chanting for his castration or worse.
“Fine!” He jumped off the stage and grabbed the first empty chair he could find. The other one was much too high for a good over the knee spanking, and he wasn’t about to do it any other way. He dragged it to the stage, and grabbed Diamond by the arm, moving her out of the way, so that he could shove the other chair off the stage.
Then he sat, and pulled Diamond face down over his knee, poising the paddle for impact. Jase stood off to the side, looking slightly worried, and Pax knew why. It was an unspoken rule in the BDSM world never to spank in anger—and Pax was angry—but not with Diamond.
Still, he took a few moments to compose himself, breathing deeply as he blocked out the cheers of the audience and the choking pain in his own heart. When he was visibly calmer, he looked at Jase and nodded. I’m okay. I’ve got this.
“Do you really want this spanking?” he asked, leaning down to whisper in her ear. It occurred to him, that she might not actually want a spanking at all, that it might have been just another layer of their plan.
“Only from you,” she replied, confirming his earlier thoughts.
Pax sighed as he processed what had happened. In the end, he had played right into their hand—and Diamond’s bottom would pay the price—but the final end result would not be what she was hoping.
Lifting her skirt revealed black cheeky panties, which would soon be coming down. He poised his hand to deliver a warm up—another thing Jase had done wrong—but if Pax was going to be the one doing this, it was going to be done his way, and he preferred to give a warm up.
He spanked quite ruthlessly. As warm-ups went, this was a hard one, but Diamond didn’t make a peep of protest. Instead, she arched her back, pushing her bottom up to meet his hand, leaning into every single swat. Damned minx.
She wasn’t supposed to be enjoying it, no matter the fact that she hadn’t actually done anything wrong. It was a spanking and he did not intend for it to be a pleasurable one. If anything, she deserved it simply for taking part in this asinine scheme.
Pax flattened his hand like a paddle, and brought it down as hard as he could across the crease below her cheeks. That did it. She stiffened, and shrieked, and then burst into noisy sobs. He repeated the action several times, watching as the white skin turned a lovely shade of pink, and the prints from his fingers raised as marks across her ass, but only for a minute.
She cried harder, and then something happened. He hadn’t known it would, but looking back, she and Jase must have. As he spanked her, all his guilt, and stubbornness and frustrations began to fall away. The audience ceased to exist. Just like that first night, nothing existed, nothing mattered, other than his hand on her ass.
It fell again and again, as both her cries, and his intensity with which he spanked weakened. Every stupid doubt he had, and each paralyzing fear seemed to fall away with every connection of hand and flesh. It was freeing, and liberating, and the connection between them was electric. Despite the fact that her ass had to be well and truly on fire by now, she still leaned into every swat with a sweet little moan that had his cock pulsing with need, throbbing against her stomach.
He had to be done soon. If she moaned any harder, both of them might come right there on stage. Besides that, Jase was staring at him, and tapping his watch.
The paddle. He hadn’t even used it yet at all, and damned if he would let Jase have that pleasure without claiming it for himself. Picking it up off the floor, he showed it to her. Her only reaction was a happy shiver.
Five swats. Each one fell hard, whizzing through the air like only leather can do, and bouncing off her already red bottom with a satisfying thud. Her reaction was satisfying also, as she burst into sobs anew, and pressed against him, flattening her stomach against his lap, squeezing his bulging cock. When the last one fell. He threw the paddle into the air towards Jase, flipped her upright and stood, before scooping her into his arms and running off the stage. He carried her through the club, out the door and across the street, not stopping until they were in his new suite.
He dumped her across the bed, and began ridding her of her clothing before he covered her body with his own, and yanked off his own shirt.
“I’m so sorry,” he moaned into her mouth, just before he kissed her. “I should not have sent you away,” he continued when he finally came up for air. “Sometimes I’m an idiot.”
She giggled her agreement as she pulled him closer, angling for another kiss.
He was happy to oblige, but only for a moment. He had one more question to ask. “That was a really crazy scheme. How did you know it would work?”
It was her turn to pull back, and she did so, regarding him seriously. “Sometimes,” she replied, echoing his own words back at him, “it can be just as cathartic for a dom to give a spanking as it can be for a submissive to receive one.”
