Deathless Discipline

her legs and she had no doubt what he was doing with it. It looked like he was wearing Kate's vampire costume teeth now. Knowing they were getting off watching her sent a tingling throb to her pussy and she shut down part of her mind that was starting to panic from the pain. She rolled her pelvis back at Frank again.
“Spank me, Father, for I have sinned,” she said, wiggling her hips from side to side.
“Mmmm,” he said appreciatively. He brought his hand sharply down on her ass again, and as he picked up the pace, she started to lose her ability to count as she tried to breathe through the burn.
“Uh oh, start over again, Mary Catherine.”
This time she was truly indignant—the fun of the spanking was over and her butt really hurt. “No way, Frank,” she protested. She reached back with her hands and covered her ass.
“All right,” he conceded. “I will start over, but you don't have to count. You see, Mary Catherine? Jesus taught me mercy.”
She snort-giggled at that as he peeled her hands off her burning bottom and carefully placed them back on the pool table. He rubbed her ass and she pushed back into his hand—the massaging was a relief compared to his spanking and she was growing desperate for a sexual release. Despite the pain, she was as turned on by the idea of Frank punishing her as she was of having her exploits on display, especially in front of her boss and his wife.
She froze and sucked in her breath as she felt Frank slowly hook his thumbs in the elastic waistband of her panties and tug them down.
She heard an appreciative, “Mmm,” from their audience, which was the only reason she didn't whip around and slap Frank. She was torn between extreme titillation and the worry that she was embarrassing herself. Her butt cheeks flinched involuntarily as she imagined how they must look presented to Frank and the onlookers. Frank started spanking again, slowly and deliberately. She was starting to sweat from the smarting slaps and was so turned on, she would have considered public sex with him right there in front of everyone. Which probably wasn't saying much, since Dom looked like he was close to having public sex with Kate as well. Even Jimmie had straddled Fox's lap and it looked like Fox was giving him a hickey.
Frank continued with his slow steady slaps, turning her legs to jello and her pussy to melted butter. She had never been spanked by a guy before—hadn't known what a turn-on it would be to have a man dominate her this way, to cause her pain in the name of pleasure. She heard the words, “Oh God,” escape her lips and suddenly Frank's warm hand was rubbing her butt and he was leaning over her, his breath hot on her ear. “We'll call that forty. You were amazing.”
The low rumble of his words affected her body like molten lava pouring through her veins. “You are so hot to me right now,” he continued. A soft moan escaped her lips. “Let's go somewhere we can be alone, Nanette,” he suggested in a husky voice.
She nodded wordlessly—she wasn't sure if she was even capable of speech at that point.
* * *
Frank pulled her panties up and flipped her skirt down, taking her by the hand and leading her back to the main room. He was rock hard for her.
“Back here,” she said, pulling him to the alcove under the stairs where a plush velvet couch was located and pulling his head toward hers for a kiss.
He responded by claiming her mouth possessively, cupping the back of her head with one hand and finding one of her breasts with the other. Her lips were silky and soft and her tongue teased his eagerly. He invaded her mouth with his own tongue, moving his hand under her midriff shirt and bra to thumb one of her already hardened nipples. The physical proof of her arousal shot a surge of lust through him and he made a low growling sound, squeezing her breast involuntarily before releasing it and reaching down to seek her ass. Her butt cheeks were still hot from the spanking, the thought of which sent a second surge of lust through him and he moaned against her lips. He reached his fingers inside her panties and deliberately calmed the intensity of his desire as he stroked her honeyed slit. Her pussy was swollen with desire, giving off so much moisture that her lacy white panties were soaked.
“Do you have a condom?” she gasped.
“Yeah,” he grunted, and thrust his hand into his pocket for his wallet to pull one out. She turned around and bent over the arm of the couch, looking back at him invitingly as he rolled the condom over his cock. For the second time that night, he flipped up the little plaid skirt, and slid the lacy white panties down for a better look at his handiwork. Her cheeks were blotchy red. He rubbed them and she pushed back at him eagerly. He freed his erection from his jeans and pushed slowly into her welcoming entrance, his eyes rolling back in his head with the incredible sensation of her wet heat engulfing his cock. He moved inside her, losing all thought except her heat and his need.
With great effort, he reeled his attention back to satisfying Nanette—she certainly deserved his ministrations after the incredible way she'd offered up her bare ass for his punishment. He captured her breast in one hand and reached around to rub her hardened clit as he drove into her and was rewarded with a squirt of wetness as she spasmed around his cock. When she was finished, he moved his hands to brace her hips as he slapped her hot flesh with a different body part this time, entering deeply and lifting a little at the hilt for additional friction. He came hard and happy