If you haven't read Part 1, you can do so here.
And now on with our two friends' birthday spankings...
Grimacing because she was a half hour late, Casey pulled
into the parking lot of Liaisons, intrigued by the old world feel of the
lanterns that dotted the landscape. The club itself, however, was not old world
at all. A huge dome pulled her eye and for a couple moments she wondered if she
was in the right place. Slowly she walked up to the front door, relieved to see
the name Liaisons above it. Katie’s car was in the parking lot, so she assumed
she was inside. Casey could not help but wonder what would happen with her
being so late.
Hopefully it wouldn't be too embarrassingly bad.
Opening the door, she found herself in a dimly lit foyer.
With nobody to greet her, she walked across to a large wooden door that stood
rather imposingly, glaring at her as if to say ‘I dare you to knock.’
Straightening her shoulders she knocked quickly, jumping as a little recessed
“Uh, hi? My name is Casey and-“
She stopped as the door opened and she was ushered inside by
a tall man with dark hair and even darker eyes. Something about him made her
heart hammer in her chest as if she had just run ten miles. “Good evening,
Casey. My name is Master Bane,” he said smoothly with an accent she could not
quite place. “Follow me, your birthday present is this way.”
Birthday present? Well, that was nice. Smiling, she followed
him through a room that was almost pitch black except for a few tiny lanterns
that lit their way. When the room lightened, she tried to look about but the
outer edges were too dark to see into. There were, however, two small alcoves
where there was more light. In one, there was a rather good looking man sitting
on the floor holding…Katie? Was that Katie? Somewhat alarmed, Casey walked in
her direction only to be stopped by Master Bane.
“Do not interrupt them,” he said in a firm voice. “Let me
introduce you to the dom who will be giving you your present this evening. This
is Devon, one of our dungeon monitors.” Placing a hand on her lower back, he
led her to the next alcove over where an imposing figure stood. She took a look
at him and then looked again. Devon was well over six foot tall with a shaved
head and tattoos everywhere she looked. He looked wonderfully dangerous and she
found herself licking her bottom lip without realizing it.
“Come,” Devon said in a deep voice, “Let’s get that ass
burning brightly, shall we?”
somewhat startled out of her ogling as he took her arm and led her into the
small alcove. There was not much in it. A small metal table stood over to the
side and metal chains hung from the ceiling. “Have you ever been spanked?” he
asked conversationally as he walked over to one of the walls and came back with
four pieces of leather.
“A few times,” she admitted, surprised and rather turned on
as he fastened the leather around each of her wrists and her ankles.
“Good.” He led her to the middle and grasped one of the
chains, hooking it to her right wrist restraint. Then he grabbed another chain
and hooked it to her left wrist restraint. Reaching behind him, he unhooked two
carabiners from his belt loop and knelt down, pulling her right ankle out a
little and to her surprise, fastening the restraint to a metal hook he pulled
up from the floor. Moving gracefully to her other side, he pulled her left
ankle out further, making her feel a little exposed. She had worn a mini dress
and with her legs spread out this way, she was afraid of how much would show.
Once that ankle was hooked, he stood up and walked behind her.
Even with her ankles pulled far apart, her arms were
somewhat loose so she found herself tugging on the chains a little just for
fun. Until he walked back with a remote control in his hand, grinned at her and
clicked a button. The chains immediately began to pull up and before she had
the chance to do anything other than think what
the hell did I get myself into?
her arms were stretched above her head.
“There we go,” he said, walking away again.
There we go?
looked over her shoulder to see where he had gone only to find him walking back
to her with the metal table. He placed it in front of her so that her hips
leaned up against it and patted her backside. “That will stop you from jerking
forward too far.”
Okay, so that sounded extremely ominous. And hot. She shook her
hips a little to get some of her tension out making him chuckle. “Oh, don’t
worry, Casey, I’m looking.”
hadn't done that to get his attention. Had she? As she tried to figure that
part out, he spoke again. “How old are you?”
For a moment, she almost told him, but then feminine pique
hit her and she glared instead. “A gentleman never asks a lady her age.”
He threw his head back and roared with laughter before
leaning in and whispered, “But I am not a gentleman, Miss Casey. I am a dom.”
Her cheeks heated up and she was sure he could see her blush. She probably
should have told him how old she was, but she wouldn't let herself.
Let him figure it out
she thought smugly.
Her smugness died the moment his hand landed on her
“Ouch!” she cried, surprised at how hard he hit her. “That
There was no response, though he did seem to lighten up on
his swings a little. It actually felt good. He was building up a nice heat and
the combination of it plus not being able to move was very exciting. Her
panties would definitely be soaked before he was done. When he stopped, she
pouted. That was it? He barely spanked her thirty times. And after the first
one, they were not that hard. What kind of birthday spanking was thi-
She yiped as something hard and very large hit both cheeks
at the same time, sending heat and a wonderful soreness through her behind and
making her stick it out to get another swat.
Her hips slammed into the table in front of her by the sheer
force of whatever he hit her with and she understood why he put it there.
He started out slow. One snap, waiting a few seconds for the
heat to spread out before hitting again. At first she thought he might be
teasing her until she realized how much focus she paid to each fall of the
implement and the delicious fire that would zing along her rear before
spreading out in long tendrils across her ass. Over time, the swings came
faster, building up something within her that made her pant and whimper
constantly, sometimes aware of the swing, sometimes not, but always vastly
aware of the sting it left behind.
Without deciding to, she stuck her rear out in preparation for
each new searing fall of whatever he was holding. Time seemed to fade into the
distance as the only thing that existed was her, Devon and whatever was slicing
deliciously across her backside. A pressure began to build within her and she
gasped and writhed with every new application of heat until she could feel
liquid dripping down her thighs. More, she needed so much more. And he gave it
to her, intensifying his swings even as he sped up until it all came apart in
one explosion as she screamed, her body racked with spasms as she fell over the
edge into the strongest orgasm she had ever had.
He continued to hit her, though with lighter touches and
less frequently until she stopped twitching. Then she heard something hit the
floor followed by him quickly releasing her from her ankle and then wrist
restraints. There was no strength within her and she dropped and would have hit
the floor if he had not picked her up. He carried her out of the alcove and sat
down on a bench, curling her into his arms.
There was no struggle, no desire to sit up as she shivered
slightly, trying to make sense of everything that had just happened. She knew
she loved to be spanked, but this? It was so much…more.
There was no way to know how long she sat there before she finally
was able to stand up. He smiled at her, his hand lightly cupping her face. “Happy
“Thanks,” she whispered, not knowing what else to say.
A giggle from her right made her turn and she smirked at
Katie who was dancing a little from foot to foot.
“Ready, ladies?” They both turned to find Master Bane
waiting for them.
“Oh, yes, thank you,” Casey said, immediately blushing as
she realized she had now thanked them twice for turning her posterior into a
ball of fire. What was worse? She meant it. And she was going to go home and
write it down so as not to forget the experience. As she and Katie followed Master Bane to the
door, Devon called out.
“Casey?” She paused and turned around, shivering at the pure
strength that shown from the delicious looking man. “Come here anytime. I’m
here most nights the club is open. I would love to show you what else I can do.”
Her mouth dropped open even as the man who had been holding
Katie burst out laughing. “Smooth, Devon, very smooth,” he snickered as Master
Bane ushered the two of them out of the room.
“Happy birthday, ladies,” he said with a smile as a pretty
red head walked up to him. He looked down at her and Katie and Casey watched
his eyes flash with an intensity that would have made them both run the other
way. “Hello, pet,” he said, grabbing hold of her mane of hair. “Let’s go play.”
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Katie and Casey from me and all my
characters! And yes, Casey, Devon seemed to like you a lot. I would watch out
if I were you ;)
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