Page 37 of Delicious Surrender
“That’s better!” someone yelled from the crowd.
Smack!“God damn!” she squealed.
“Thank me for warming you up for your punishment.”
She didn’t answer for a few seconds.Smack!“Thank you for warming me up. Sir.”
Her tone was a far cry from deferential, but he let it go. Next to Garrick stood Rory, the first one on the list.
“Rory, you’re up.” Gage turned to the rack of spanking tools and chose a deerskin flogger. He handed it over and said, “You get a total of five strokes,” then he stepped back so he could watch Brynne’s face.
“What a sweet tush she has!” Rory could barely contain his excitement.
Whoosh.The first blow landed. She made a noise and looked surprised. She probably expected it to hurt more. He took his time and swung the flogger harder, making Brynne gasp. Two more landed hard on her hamstrings, and she jerked in response. Finally, Rory took aim at the delicate flesh where her legs met the curve of her bottom and got the response he wanted. Brynne squealed and let out the breath she’d been holding.
Garrick called up the next man. “Douglas, you’re next.”
The man she’d served in the lounge shuffled forward. Brynne didn’t see him; she was staring at the floor. Gage watched her biting her full bottom lip, and he imagined nibblingon it, tasting it, and rubbing the head of his cock over it.
He noticed Douglas mooning over her bare backside and shook himself free of those pointless musings.
Gage chose a wide leather-covered paddle that would thud rather than sting. He waved it in front of her eyes. “This should wake you from your little trance, Red.”
“Bite me.”
She was playing right into his hands.
“Oh, we will make sure the next one bites.”
Douglas was almost eighty, so he wasn’t likely to have a lot of power in his swing. He nodded in approval and asked Gage, “What did the wee lass do to incur your wrath?”
“Would you believe she tainted the ice bucket in my office with salt, expecting me to ruin a glass of my rarest scotch?” It was loud enough for the crowd to hear it. There were murmurs of excitement around the room.
The old man shook his head. “Sacrilege! The willful chit deserves what is coming to her!”
“Aye, she does. Justice must be served, Douglas,” he said with a wink.
Brynne wriggled as best she could and spoke up. “Oh, please be merciful, sir. He’s made my life so difficult since I got here!”
Douglas, who was deaf in his right ear, asked Gage, “Did you hear something?”
“Just the whining of an impertinent sub. Carry on.” Gage handed him the paddle and watched him admire his wiggling target, certain this would be the highlight of his year.
Thwack!Dougie’s strength and aim surprised Gage. Brynne hissed through her teeth and turned to glare at him. He was pretty good at reading lips. She’d just called him a bastard.
Thwack, thwack!Douglas put his hand on her lower back to steady himself and took a moment to appreciate his handiwork. Gage knew her skin must be glowing, but he stayed where he was, watching her face for any sign she wanted it to stop. She hadn’t cried out, but the pace of her breathing had picked up and he swore she was mumbling to herself.
Two more hard and fast thwacks, and Brynne let out an angry growl. Douglas looked like he was on cloud nine. “Christ, I feel like a new man. We should do this every Saturday night!”
Gage chuckled and took the paddle from him. “Thank you for your help, Douglas. I’ll take that under advisement.”
Garrick came up to Gage and pulled him aside. He spoke low. “Martin Ridgeway is next on the list, and he wants to use the crop.”
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
“How’s our little novice doing?”
“Feisty as ever. Either she hates me, or she’s out to prove something. Bottom line, she isn’t giving in yet.”