I squirm as I watch the scene, flinching every time another swat hits her bare bottom. I wonder if Master Kellen intends to strip me and display me like this tonight.
When I subconsciously lift my nail to my mouth again, Master Kellen shoots me a glare. “Thumb, Sabine. If I have to tell you again, it will be with my palm on your bottom.”
“Yes, Sir.” I drop my hand and clasp it with my other one.
A few minutes later, Beck is done and Julius and Levi help Abby to her feet. She catches my gaze and flushes, mouthing “sorry.”
I’m not sure why she’s apologizing, but I find out soon enough when Julius shakes Master Kellen’s hand. “Please excuse Abby. She thought she knew better than us this evening. She needed something else to concentrate on.”
Ah. I realize she was being punished. Not surprising. I’ve known her to get disciplined. Not as often as me, but on occasion.
Levi pulls a thin, white, satin negligee over her head. It’s loose and does nothing to conceal her nipples. When he finishes, he pulls her back against his chest, holds her in place with an arm around her waist, and cups her breast with his other hand. When he thrums her nipple, she moans.
I’m pretty sure I do, too.
“Your turn, baby girl,” Master Kellen announces, taking my hand.
My turn for what? I glance at him as he leads me toward the bench Abby just vacated. I hadn’t realized he’d reserved anything specific for tonight, let alone so soon after arriving. I’m nervous and excited at the same time. I glance around. The club isn’t as crowded as it will be in a few hours. It’s still early. The only people paying attention to us so far are Abby, Lucy, and their Doms.
I take a deep breath, uncertainty filling my lungs. Am I ready for whatever Master Kellen has in mind? Is he going to strip me naked like Abby? The idea makes my panties wet, which embarrasses me. I have no doubt he’s going to find this out in the next few minutes.
He cups my face. “I’m not going to take your dress off this time. You’re not ready for that, but I am going to strap you to the spanking bench, expose your bottom, and spank you.”
I swallow. “Have I been naughty, Sir?”
He smiles and leans in to kiss my lips gently. “Not at all, baby girl. Today you’re going to get a pleasurable spanking.”
I tremble. He knows I get aroused every time he spanks me. I’m not sure how today could be different except for the audience, which in and of itself increases my horny meter. He knows this, too.
He lifts my face with two fingers under my chin. “When we play in the club, you need a safeword.”
“Oh. Right, Sir.”
“Is red okay?”
“Yes, Sir.” I can’t imagine ever needing a safeword with Master Kellen. But this is Surrender. I’m sure it’s a club rule.
I suck in a breath when he suddenly lifts me off my feet and plants me on the spanking bench. My heart is racing as he buckles my wrists and then my ankles to the padded supports. My dress isn’t long enough to cover my bottom in this position, but it wouldn’t matter because the next thing he does is push the frilly material up my back, fully exposing my panties.
I close my eyes as I remember the pair I’m wearing is white with ruffles down the butt.
Master Kellen sets his hands on my thighs and smooths them up and down from my knees to my bottom, squeezing my cheeks over and over. “Do you like being exposed like this for everyone to watch, baby girl?”
“Yes, Sir,” I murmur. It still embarrasses me that I enjoy being watched. It shouldn’t. Lots of people are like me. But it does. I shiver.
He adjusts the padded sections under my knees, spreading them wider, and then he reaches for my panties and eases them over my bottom. He tugs them down almost to my knees, causing them to be stretched very tight between my thighs.
I can’t even hide behind my hair because it’s in two braids. Not normal ones at the back of my ears. Nope. Today, he put my hair into two high pigtails and then braided them. They are swinging alongside my cheeks.
I glance around and notice Abby and Lucy are both on their knees a few yards away, watching. Two other women join them like this is a performance.
I squirm.
Master Kellen comes around to my face and strokes my cheek. “You okay, little one?”
“Yes, Sir.” My voice is gravelly.
“Your panties are soaked,” he points out unnecessarily.
I flush.
He slides his hand down and cups one of my breasts where it hangs covered in ruffles alongside the bench. When his thumb flicks my nipple, I moan.
He smiles. “Use your safeword if you get too uncomfortable. Yellow if you need me to slow down or pause. I want this to be pleasurable for you. I’m confident you’re going to love it, but nothing we do is mandatory. Stop me if you don’t like it.”
He’s spanked me over a hundred times since I moved in with him. He knows me well, and he’s never misjudged how I might react. He’s well aware that I like to be spanked and exposed. I get that this is different. We aren’t alone. We aren’t even with close friends. This room is filled with strangers who are currently seeing my bare bottom and are waiting for me to get spanked.
“Sabine?”
I realize I haven’t responded. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He takes a few steps away to stand closer to my
