Megan has been very naughty by withholding information from her Dom, something Tony won't tolerate. He demands honesty and trust, always. Since Master Rick was impacted by her actions, he gets to pick out the implement of her chastisement (the tawse) and witness her punishment.
Here's an excerpt from...
You Said Forever, Club Decadence Book 2
(I LOVE this cover... because it's Jimmy, of course)
She
watched him pick up the leather tawse.
Both men heard her swallow in the quiet room. The worn leather strap Rick had selected was
two inches wide with two thongs and aside from the cane, was one of Megan’s least
favorite implements. Figures, Rick would
pick out the most hated weapon in Tony’s arsenal. The sting of the tawse was
quite severe, like a hundred bee stings.
It was also an impact instrument and gave a thud even with the
well-regulated blows Tony was applying.
She could feel it deep beneath the skin and knew her muscles would be
sore and her bottom would burn like fire long after her punishment was
over. She couldn’t imagine what she
would feel after receiving the paddle, tawse and cane all in one session. Holy cow!.
Tony
watched her butt carefully, she had tolerated the paddling well and was only at
a light rosy hue. He knew that would
change with the tawse. It tended to
leave some bruises on her pale skin, so he rarely used it. But this was about discipline and correction,
not pleasure. He guessed if he were to
check, his little Angel would be as dry as a desert. She usually responded to the pleasure/pain of
any kind of spanking with a soaked pussy and was ready to be come when they
finished. Tonight, she was racked with
guilt and remorse, these emotions and the humiliation of getting a real
punishment in front of Rick, were overriding her usual erotic pain
response. Tony would have to watch
carefully because in her guilt, he doubted his naughty masochist would safeword,
no matter what.
“Let’s
continue,” was Tony’s only warning before the tawse began to rain down in
steady strokes. The leather striking the area between her lower buttocks and
upper thighs turned her skin quickly to a deeper red. Tony applied the strapping at gradually increasing
increments so that by the final five she was experiencing the full effect a
tawse can deliver. Despite her cries, she
didn’t utter a word or ask him to stop.
She accepted the pain as her due and the round of fifteen finished
fairly quickly.
His hand checked her
after each five swats for heat, bruising, or broken skin and was pleased that
no stroke had come close to damaging her beautiful skin.
“Color?”
“Green,
Sir,” Megan forced out the words between shuddering huffs of breath and her
sobs.
“You’re
certain? Do you need a break?”
“No,
Sir. Please, I’d like to get it over
with.”
“I’m
sure you do, baby, but this isn’t a race.”
Tony scolded, then stepped to the nightstand and picked up some
oil. He gently massaged it into her
tender butt and sit spots paying special attention to the few welts on her
thighs. After about five minutes of
massage he stopped and picked up the cane from the bed.
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