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“Why am I being punished again?” She asks breathlessly.
“Numerous reasons. Because Dash touched you with the ribbon when he wasn’t supposed to, and you did nothing to stop him.” She pouts, but she accepts my word as law. “Because I promised you a punishment long ago. And…because I want to, Floss. Now, face the cross, lean your body into the metal and relax.”
She shuffles closer and brings her arms up to her chest as she lowers herself against the cross.
Smirking, I move to where she can see me. “You need to hold your arms up and out.”
She glances up at the cross, understanding beginning to form in her eyes as she does as I say.
“Good,” I say, making her flush as I step forward to clip her wrists into place. She needs to go up onto her tiptoes because I deliberately chose the loops that are a touch too high, wanting to push her out of that comfort zone.
“That’s it, Floss. Now spread your legs nice and wide for me.”
A sound of protest catches in her throat, but she suppresses it, swallows it back down and takes a deep, shuddering breath. I wait. I’m not about to force her to do anything she doesn’t want to do. Besides, it’s the act of her choosing to submit and accept what I’m offering that turns me on.
Slowly, she shuffles her ankles apart, but they’re nowhere near in line with the base of the cross.
“More.”
She whimpers and moves another couple of inches.
“Come on Kitten, spread those legs and show us your pretty pink pussy. I want to watch it glisten in the candlelight. I can almost imagine how amazing you taste on my tongue as I sink to my knees behind you and run my hands over that beautiful peach of an ass.”
Dash’s words of encouragement and praise do the trick and she slides her feet the final few inches needed for me to clip them in place. She’s been eased in gently, now it’s time to play. When I’m done, I stand and step back, admiring the view.
“Fucking magnificent, Tesoro,” Wint hisses, fisting himself through his slacks.
Dash moves to do the same and I fix him with a glare. “Don’t even think about it,” I snap.
“That’s not fair,” he whines.
“What do you think, Floss?” I ask, leaning in to stroke her hair back so that I can speak low in her ear. She shivers as my lips kiss her lobe. “Does he deserve to sit and pleasure himself while you’re being punished for his lack of control?”
“No!” She wails indignantly.
“Doesn’t he deserve to suffer for what he did to you?”
“Yes!”
“Shall we restrain him too?”
“God, yes!”
“You heard her, Don. What the lady wants…”
Don wastes no time in restraining Dash to the leather seat so that he can’t touch or pleasure himself, and I grin.
“All done, baby. I know you can’t see him, but you’ll just have to trust me, his balls are going to be so blue by the time we’re through with you.”
She giggles but it dies on her lips as I raise the crop and bring it down on her ass, making her moan.
“How was that, Floss?”
“Good,” she groans.
“It’s not meant to be good, Floss,” I remind her. “It’s a punishment, remember?”
She nods but when my second swat lands – a little harder this time – she still sighs in contentment. Wint gets to his feet, prowling over to us with an air of calculated authority, his every step echoing with purpose. I move over to watch what he’s planning.
