Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 103211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
The servant gave him a fearful look.
“B-but my L-lord, she must be c-cuffed!” he stammered nervously.
“Then I will do it. No one else will touch my female!”
Nox snatched the leather cuffs from the servant’s hands and knelt in front of Seline. The look on his face was terrible to see.
“Master—” she began but he shook his head.
“Hold out your hands.” His voice was hard and cold, as though he was steeling himself to do something he couldn’t bear. “Hurry.”
“All…all right.” Hesitantly, Seline held out her hands and Nox slipped the manacles on her. He tightened them sufficiently and then led her silently to the whipping post.
“Raise your arms above your head.” He was speaking mechanically now—as though he was trying desperately to get back to his emotionless state. But judging from the look on his face, he was failing.
“Nox, I’m so sorry,” she whispered as she raised her hands and he hooked the chain between the leather manacles to the hook embedded in the whipping post. This stretched out her whole body and left her standing on her tiptoes.
Nox only shook his head, as though he didn’t trust himself to speak to her.
“Where is the crop?” he demanded, looking at Lendrex again.
“Lovely will give it to you. But first she must see to your female’s dress.”
“Why? What’s wrong with my dress?” Seline demanded. She was already getting beaten—she might as well ask questions, she thought.
Lendrex glared at her but Lovely glided over and answered for him.
“It’s in the way—you can’t take your whipping clothed,” she explained. Reaching up, she did something to the thin straps that crossed over Seline’s shoulders and suddenly the lovely gold and blue dress was in a puddle at her feet.
“Oh!” Seline gasped. It was a shock to be suddenly completely naked in front of so many people.
“I’m sorry,” Lovely whispered in her ear. “I did the best I could for you—this is better than the Ghost Box.”
“Yes, it is,” Seline agreed fervently. “Thank you!”
The other woman nodded and slipped away after handing Nox a long, black leather crop.
Seline blushed helplessly, wishing she could cover herself. She’d never been naked in public before! It felt like a thousand eyes were staring at her…judging her! It was horribly embarrassing…and yet, did she feel the tiniest flare of excitement?
No, surely not. But the heat she felt was undeniable. It was as though the exhibitionist streak she had discovered in herself when she was sucking Nox’s shaft at the dinner table the night before was coming to life.
This is crazy! she told herself. I’m about to get beaten—is this turning me on?
Seline wasn’t sure if it was or not—she felt all mixed up inside. She could feel her breasts swaying as she shifted from side to side on her tiptoes—stretched to her limit by the cruel leather manacles. Her nipples were unbearably tight and she had never felt more exposed.
And then Nox was standing there, holding the black leather crop in his hand. It was a long, flexible rod with a flat triangular leather piece at one end which would be used for beating her—beating her naked unprotected flesh, Seline realized and a ripple of fear went through her.
She hadn’t been spanked since she was a little girl. And though she had often fantasized about going to a BDSM club and finding some huge, muscular Dom to turn her over his knee and tan her bottom, this was a bit different. She hadn’t pictured this particular scenario and she felt like she was being thrown into the deep end. Sink or swim—either she would like this or she wouldn’t. She was shortly going to find out the hard way if she enjoyed the masochism part of BDSM or if it wasn’t for her.
As for Nox, he seemed to have finally gotten his new emotions under control. His face was a blank mask as he approached her.
“Master?” she asked, her voice quavering. “Master, please…”
“Turn around,” Nox rumbled, motioning with the crop. “I will start with whipping your bare ass. Don’t try to shrink away from me—you will only make your punishment worse.”
Seline felt a shiver run through her at his stern tone. Oh God, they were really going to do this! He was really going to whip her while she was naked in front of all these people! Put on display…humiliated…punished…
“Yes, Master,” she whispered. The hook on the whipping post swiveled easily and she turned, giving her bare ass to Nox.
She expected him to say or do something before he started the beating, but there was no warning—not a verbal one, anyway. Only a high, whistling sound and then a flat smack! as the leather of the crop kissed her ass with biting accuracy.
“Oh!” Seline gasped, jumping at the impact. That stung! But at the same time, knowing it was Nox on the other end of the crop—her Protector whom she cared for and called “Master”—made a big difference. There was another smack and another fierce stinging on the other side of her ass and then another and another.