“And then there was one where the sub was restrained on a spanking bench and spanked as a punishment. Do you remember it?”
“She sassed her Dom, right?”
“She overstepped sassy, I’m afraid. She was disrespectful. I can guarantee you, after the spanking, he handled her after care and they had a serious conversation.” Joseph pointed a finger at the ceiling. “And Jillian is upstairs receiving what anyone would agree is a hardcore spanking. Yes, that’s what she came for. But she was rude and lied to me, so I didn’t reward her.”
Cassie tilted her head and said, “I’m confused. I didn’t necessarily think she was friendly, but rude?”
“She made a nonverbal demand by placing herself directly in my path, blocking us so I had no choice but to give her attention. A polite sub would’ve kneeled to the side, head bowed, giving a more subtle cue she had a question to ask—if I was available.”
“I see. And the lie, if you don’t mind my curiosity?”
Samson stroked her shoulder and answered for Joseph. “I didn’t invite her to play with me personally again.”
She gasped and turned to him. “Hello!” It was reassuring when she came right into his arms without hesitation, but then she looked up at him. “Wait. Now I’m more confused. I understand about the rudeness because there must be rules the submissives are required to follow with all the Doms, but she lied so you didn’t reward her?”
“She wanted time with Samson, and I denied her. If it had been any other submissive or masochist expressing the need for Samson’s abilities, I would’ve left it to him to say yes or no. Until she attempted to sway me by telling me you’d welcome playing with her again, I would’ve afforded her the same courtesy. I detest liars.” Joseph turned to his wife and stroked her cheek. “Fiammetta, you are such a pleasure. You’ve been dying to tell Cassie that Jillian lied and Samson had no interest in playing with her, haven’t you?”
“Oh my freaking gawd, yes,” she enunciated in low tones so she didn’t disrupt nearby scenes. “That heinous hose-beast was standing right behind you when you mentioned Samson to Cassie. She knew exactly what she was doing when she asked for him the way she did and then gave Cassie the stink eye.”
Joseph chuckled through her outburst and then tipped her chin up. “Better?”
Bunny giggled. “All better. But still very horny,” she said, practically purring as she rubbed her chest against his arm.
“Excellent. Rest your vocal chords a while longer, and then I’ll let you come. But just to make sure you’re primed and ready for me, hop up on the table for a moment.”
Bunny popped her mouth open but wisely didn’t utter a word. She did as he asked and growled like an angry kitten as he pulled down her G-string. Joseph’s chuckle had a decidedly evil quality to it as he bent down to her pussy and licked her clit several times, drawing a squeak and shaky moan from Bunny as he took her to the edge and then reattached the clit suction toy. She stilled with her weight resting back on her elbows after he had it in place and had fixed her G-string. An adorable moan came from her when Joseph turned the toy back on with the remote. He helped her down and she bit her lip as she tried to stand up straight. She looked as if she was torn between humping his leg and biting him hard enough to draw blood.
Joseph chuckled and patted her head. “You make me so happy, my sweet and silent little fiammetta.”
Cassie looked understandably sympathetic but quickly turned to Samson. “There’s more to sadism than just beating on masochists, right?”
“Definitely. I love using a whip, but only on someone who has a corresponding desire to be whipped. Did you imagine me trying to convince you that you have a latent masochistic tendency?” She nodded. “I’m not gonna lie. I wouldn’t hesitate, if you let me show you firsthand how good I am with a whip. But I wouldn’t do anything to shatter what you feel for me…and Ivan.”
“Oh, Ivan,” she said in response. “Is he still planning to be here later this evening.”
“Yes, he called and said he’d be here in a bit.”
“Is that so?” Joseph asked, a big smile spreading across his face. “Ivan should get quite a reaction from the subs. Too bad he’s not inclined toward Dominance or sadism.”
Cassie giggled softly. “One pushy Dom is enough, thank you very much.”
Joseph struggled to contain his laughter and turned to him. “When you arrived, I was explaining that not all spankings are created equal. We’re done down here,” he said as he gestured in the direction of the stairs leading back to the main club floor. “I explained erotic, punishment, and hardcore spankings. You might share your knowledge of therapeutic spankings.”