She was over his lap, every luscious bit of her, in two seconds flat, wiggling her ass in his face.
“You comfortable? You’re going to be here a while.”
“I’m just fucking peachy, Sir!”
“Twenty-four it is unless—”
Bunny snorted and said, “Would you fucking get on with it, Sir? It’s not gonna spank itself.”
“Excellent. Twenty-five is a nice rounded number, I think.”
Hector shook his head. “She won’t be able to sit down for a week.”
Joseph chuckled and paused to gain her attention. She looked up at him and he said, “Remember, the club safeword is red. How is your neck?”
Her warm body suddenly loosened in his hold, and she smiled at him, her face upside down and flushed from her position and she whispered, “I saw my massage therapist this week, and my neck feels fine. Thank you for asking, Sir.”
She wiggled her bottom and braced her hands on the top of his shoe, providing a perfect target. Knowing she wanted what he was about to give her practically took his breath away. Instead, he smiled and squeezed her ass cheek hard, making her gasp.
“Prepare to have your ass beat, darlin’.”
“I’m aging here, Beastly!”
* * * *
Bunny didn’t struggle as Joseph warmed her flesh up, preparing it for a spanking, and she breathed deeply, more and more aware of the ache growing between her legs.
Her heart was still thumping from his caring question concerning her neck. Speaking of which, she relaxed her shoulders and breathed deeply, reminding herself that tensing up would make it worse. Instead, she curled herself around him as the first serious pop landed, counting as he’d asked her to with each one.
“Onesie! Twosie!”
He chuckled and continued on, slowly increasing the intensity so she had to pay attention or they took her by surprise and she lost count. He paused at twelve, and she cried out sharply when his fingers slid over her wet pussy lips, making her even more aware of how swollen and hot she was down there.
He uttered a satisfied sound and repositioned her, parting her legs, and she gaped as the next popped landed, the force of the blow landing partially on her pussy.
“What number was that, fiammetta?”
“Red-hot number thirteen, Sir!”
As he continued, he said, “I’ll grant you this, little subbie, we don’t lack for entertainment tonight.”
“I live to serve, Sir!”
“What happened to the three F’s, Bunny?”
“I’ve forgotten the alphabet, Sir! Fourteen! That one stung!”
He was going easy on her, probably because of the number, or because of her neck, and she appreciated it, but she didn’t want the others to think she got away with murder or anything. She tugged at his pant leg, and when he looked down at her, she stuck her tongue out at him. He tilted his head and reached down to stroke her neck. Then, arriving at his own decision, he delivered the last ten licks with ferocious intensity, and she was insanely hot and tingly as she gasped out the last count of twenty-five.
“Now that is a hot little ass,” he said, rubbing his callused fingertips over her sensitive flesh. “I think I’ve earned my dessert.”
He up-ended her, and she breathlessly whispered to herself, “Fuck me.”
“That could certainly be arranged, Bunny. Thank you for being so accommodating.”
She giggle-snorted at his tone, and she seriously considered it until she saw the crowd they’d gathered. Half the club was looking on, either amused, or maybe anxious to see what she’d pop off and say next.
She glanced up at Hector and Juno, who looked amused and only partially sympathetic as she rubbed her sore ass. Hector said, “Her submission is a charming mix of sass and sweetness, isn’t it?”
Joseph helped her to stand straight as she caught her breath and whispered, “That it is. That she is.” He pulled a blindfold from his coat pocket and said, “And now for my dessert.”
“But everyone will see, Sir.”
Joseph raised that sexy eyebrow again. “More than they’ve already seen? Blindfold on. I want you focused on me.”
She did as he asked, standing in front of him and then gasped as he hauled her over his shoulder. The next moment, he carried her down the steps, and she wondered where they were going.
Bracing her hands on his rippling butt cheeks, she squeezed. “Sir, I must say you have buns of steel. These are positively nibble-worthy.” She even drummed lightly on them for effect, her giggle ending in a yelp when he reached up and twisted her butt plug.
Securing her in his arms, he turned her over and laid her into some sort of apparatus. Completely disoriented to where they were in the room, she tried to remember the layout of the club and didn’t struggle as he used padded cuffs to secure her. But she damn sure reacted when the contraption moved and she was suddenly spread-eagle with her arms and legs stretched out wide while her head and torso remained on the padded surface. Fairly comfortable, except for that whole I’m only wearing socks and a tiny bow issue.