I took a long shower and when he still hadn’t returned, I put on one of the silk robes from the closet and went downstairs. Bridget was clearing the breakfast dishes from the table and looked up as I entered the dining room. She was still clad only with her rings and chains. I was once again astounded at how petite she was.
"They’re waiting for you downstairs." She sat the dirty dishes on the table and led me to a door.
"What is downstairs?"
She opened the door without answering my question. As I started through the doorway, she held her hand out to stop me.
"May I suggest that you leave the robe with me?"
"Why?" I asked, pulling it tighter around my waist.
"It will be better for you if you do."
"I don’t feel comfortable going down there naked," I explained.
Bridget bowed her head and stepped away. "As you wish."
The circular stairway was walled with stone and had an ancient look of a true dungeon. I heard a loud swooshing sound, followed by a thud and then a woman’s moan. As I came to the end of the stairway and entered the large room, the sounds came to life.
Miranda was tethered to a large wooden X at the end of the room. Warren was standing a few feet behind her with a large flog in both hands. The flogs landed across Miranda’s back, buttocks and legs in random order as he swung the handles. Brad stood behind Warren holding additional flogs that were alternately used on Miranda.
Walter was kneeling on the floor like a footstool for Marsha who was sitting on his back. She held a cane in her hand and caressed his ass with it as she watched Warren. James and Johnny were bent over two spanking benches with their wrists and ankles cuffed to restrain them. They both had fresh welts on their buttocks that were being oiled by Barbara while Vince watched.
Peter and Gretchen sat on a couch watching with Louis and Mary naked on the floor by their feet. I realized that all the subs were naked, including Barbara. Perhaps that was why Bridget had advised me to take off the robe. I decided to remain at the back of the room until Warren was finished or Brad realized I was there.
Miranda was wiggling her ass and thrusting it back as if to encourage Warren to strike her. His up strokes would catch her between the legs and she would let out a gasp. I was surprised that there was little evidence on her back from the flogging. It was red in places, but no welts or bruises were evident. As his intensity increased, she became so delirious that her knees would buckle making it difficult for her to stand.
After several minutes, Warren walked up behind her and spoke quietly. She slowly nodded her head yes, and he handed the flogs to Brad and began to unfasten her. As Brad turned to hang them up, he saw me by the stairs. He almost laughed when he saw me and motioned for me to come over by him. When Miranda was completely untied, she fell into Warren’s arms and he picked her up and carried her over to a small bed at the back of the room.
"Did I oversleep?" I asked Brad as he pulled me to him.
"That’s okay," he said, untying the belt to my robe. "I think you’ll need the rest for today."
I wasn’t sure I was ready to be completely naked in front of the others and clutched the belt in his hand.
"Brad, is Joni going to try her hand at being a Dom today?" asked Marsha.
"The robes are for the Doms, Joni," explained Brad.
"Oh... I didn’t know." I reluctantly released my grip on the belt and let him remove the jacket. I felt my face flush as I stood naked in front of them.
Warren caressed Miranda soothingly for a few moments and returned to where Brad and I were standing. I looked at the floor as he towered in front of me, hoping he wouldn’t mention our last conversation.
"I take it your night of prowling the hall tired you out, Joni."
I started to fidget, not knowing who to look at or what to do with my hands. I crossed them in front of me and Brad gently took them and clasped them behind my back, letting me know how he wanted me to stand.
"Brad, last night I found your little peeping tom peering into Vince’s room while he was entertaining."
I quickly glanced up at Vince and he seemed surprised at the news. I looked back down at the floor and waited for the rest.
"That’s very disappointing," said Brad. "I apologize for her behavior."
"I understand she is new, Brad." Warren stepped closer to me and ran his finger along the collar. "Since she is in your charge this weekend, I will leave the punishment ultimately up to you. But I would like to publicly flog her myself."
"By all means, Warren," agreed Brad. "And Joni will put herself on public display today for the pleasure of the others."
I looked up at him in disbelief. What if I didn’t want to get flogged? What if I didn’t want to be on public display? He stared at me as if to dare me to disagree. I looked down at the floor trying to figure a way out, but none came as Warren told Brad to take me to the flogging post.
He led me to the wooden X and attached my ankles with leather cuffs. Then he stood and took my right arm and began to attach the wrist cuffs.
"I’m scared," I whispered.
"You’ll be fine," he assured me. "Remember your safe word if you want to quit."
My safe word. Right. I did have an out. I had forgotten all about it. I was so grateful, I actually smiled.
"Thank you."
When Brad had finished securing the left wrist cuff, he kissed me on the lips.
"You’re welcome."I heard him tell Warren ‘no marks’ before the first lash came down on my back. I let out a gasp, more from shock than any kind of pain. I couldn’t tell if it hurt or not. Another lash landed on my back like a thud. It was almost like being hit with a hard pillow. No pain, no stinging, just a blow. I wasn’t sure I liked it, but it was tolerable.
Warren asked for another flogger and the next time the lashes landed on my back there was another pounding up between my legs. I jumped at the sensation and I heard Marsha laughing.
"Don’t make it too much fun for her, Warren."
"Oh Marsha, not everyone is into pain," said Warren, sending another pair of blows across my back.
"I wouldn’t mind seeing her jump at the end of Marsha’s crop," laughed Vince.
"I would have guessed you wanted to see her jumping at the end of you cock," laughed Marsha.
Warren increased the speed of his blows. The pattern reminded me of a double jump rope game I played as a girl called double-dutch. Pound... pound... pound... pound. I closed my eyes and breathed into the blows. He changed the pattern and instead of the lashes coming down on my back, they were coming up between my legs. A few times the lashes actually hit my clit, stinging they snapped against my flesh.
Finally, he mixed the two strokes and had one pounding my back and the other one coming up between my legs. I found myself needing one to counteract the other. Too much on one spot distracted me, but alternating them the way he did balanced them out. I surrendered to the pounding to the point of not realizing that he had even stopped until Brad unhooked the restraints and carried me to a sofa.
"Joni?" he whispered, kissing my cheek. "Are you okay?"
"Hmm... yeah." I buried my head into his neck and felt incapable of opening my eyes. As Brad caressed my body with his hand, every nerve was alive. I opened my legs hoping he would touch me there.
"Is she alright?" I heard Vince ask Brad.
"Yes, she’s just experiencing some sub space."
"Oh, look at those swollen lips, Barbara," commented Vince. "They look like they need some soothing."
I tried to close my legs together when I felt her hand on my thigh, but then Brad reached down and pulled my leg up to his lap. I whimpered quietly, knowing I had no strength to resist and Brad kissed my face.
"Surrender, Joni," he whispered.
Barbara’s tongue snaked up my leg and teased me by licking the inside of my thigh and above and below my pussy. I squirmed on the couch wanting and yet not wanting her to continue.
"That’s my girl," encouraged Vince. "Make her squirm for that wicked tongue of yours."
She continued to circle her tongue around the spot she knew I wanted her to touch until I couldn’t take it more. Brad was stroking and pinching my nipples, adding to the intensity.
"Oh please..." I whispered.
"She begs very nicely." I opened my eyes to see Warren standing next to Vince watching Barbara between my legs. I met Warren’s stare as Barbara began to lick between my folds.
"Yes she does," agreed Vince. "Make her beg some more, my dear."
Barbara pushed my ass up off the couch and ran her tongue over my ass. I could not contain the rush of pleasure. I clutched onto Brad’s arm to keep from moving.
"Oh God... yes."
Her tongue moved back and forth between my clit and anus until I tried to squeeze my legs together. Between Brad and Barbara, they held them firmly apart while I squirmed.
"Right there," I pleaded as she flicked my clit. "Don’t stop."
"Oh there’s the magic word," laughed Vince. "That will do my dear."
Warren grinned as Barbara gave me a quick kiss on the inside of my thigh and moved away. I couldn’t believe he would be so cruel as to not let me come. I looked at Vince in desperation, but I could tell by his stare that this was his punishment for me.
"You may continue on this." He opened his robe and directed his wife to his stiff cock. She eagerly crawled in his direction and began to lick beneath his balls.
"At least someone around here knows the meaning of punishment." Marsha stood from her seat on Walter’s back and applauded Vince’s decision. "Go release the others," she commanded Walter who began to crawl in the direction of James and Johnny. Warren headed toward the bed where Miranda lay from her flogging.
Vince was doing his best to make Barbara swallow all his cock. "Well if she weren’t wearing Brad’s collar, I would have her in the same position poor Johnny was in last night." He looked at me for a moment and then at Brad. "If she behaves too badly today, you may want to grant me that wish."
"I’ll keep that in mind," chuckled Brad. "For now, I think I’ll get her some breakfast." He stood and took my hand to follow.
Marsha rolled her eyes in disgust. "And you wonder why your slaves are spoiled."
"Devoted, Marsha... not spoiled." I looked over at the bed where Warren had gone to be with Miranda as Brad led me toward the stairs. He was securing her hands to cuffs above her head. The dreamy look was still on her face. I wondered if she was going to get the pleasure I had been denied.
"You really do like to watch, don’t you?" teased Brad, as he moved me in front of him to climb the stairs. He swatted me playfully on the behind as I began to climb.
"I’m sorry," I confessed. "It’s just all so new."
He continued to swat me and I climbed faster, but he kept the pace with me so that his swats landed each time.
"Ow!" I laughed, making another turn in the stairs.
"Stop right there," he insisted.
I stopped, but turned toward him so that he couldn’t reach my bottom.
"No, turn around. Hands on the steps."
"Brad?" I pleaded.
"Now, or it will be worse."
"Oh..." I whined, turning slowly and putting my hands down on the steps in front of me. My ass was completely exposed to him. The smell of the earthy stone penetrated me nose in the small passageway.
Instead of spanking me, he slid his hand into my pussy and moved in around in the wetness.
"Do you like being this wet?" he asked in a low voice.
I didn’t answer at first as I thought about the question. Did I like being that wet? I suppose I did. He pushed his hand up further until three or four of his fingers were inside of me. I had been so turned on that the pressure felt delightful.
"Mmm..." I moaned.
"You know if I weren’t punishing you, I would take you right here. Like this." He moved his hand in and out until I moved my hips with his rhythm. If only he would continue, I would surely come.
"Perhaps if you behave today and serve me well, you will be twice rewarded tomorrow."
"Please," I begged.
"Yes, yes," he said, wiping the wetness from his hand over my anus. "Back to your spanking."
With those words, he put an arm around my waist and gave me several hard whacks on the ass. I was afraid we would both tumble down the stairs if I resisted too much, so I took the spanking with muffled cries until he stopped.
"Let’s go," he said, releasing his hold on me.
I wiped the tears from my face and continued up the stairs. When we reached the main floor, Bridget stood by the door waiting.
"Bridget, please get Joni some breakfast."
"Yes Sir," she said turning toward the kitchen.
"And Bridget," he continued. "When she’s finished, please fit her with a butt plug harness."
I looked up at him in surprise. "A what?" I asked.
"She’ll show you. Just in case you don’t behave today and I have to turn you over to Vince, I want you to be at least prepared."
"But..." I started to protest.
"Do you need another spanking already?" I couldn’t tell if Brad was annoyed or amused.
"No," I sighed. "I’m sorry."
"Much better." He kissed me on the cheek as I sat down at the table and waited for Bridget to bring me my breakfast. "I’m going up to our room to change. Please behave."
"Yes Sir." I grinned as I looked up at him.
"Good girl."