Public Punishment

Back in the club, it almost feels comfortable here. Or it would if Sir wasn’t holding your leash, leading you on stage. He lays a crop across the spanking bench, and with a murmur he lays you across the leather. He hooks a chain to your collar, leaving you only a few inches to move. “That will keep you in place nicely.”

Thankfully, you can’t see the crowd watching anymore, the club is at capacity for punishment night, but you can hear them talking as Sir pulls your plaid skirt up. You have the full school girl outfit on, right down to the white cotton panties, and Sir pulls them down, before standing in front of you to to retrieve the crop you’ve been focusing on.

“Ready, naughty slut?” he asks.

You nod, your heart pounding. He’s withheld pain all week in anticipation of tonight, teasing you about how good it will feel when you are on the stage being slapped. “More than ready Sir.”

He moves behind you, and you can only wait, focusing on your breathing as he reminded you during the drive to the club. The music turns down, a low bass beat is the undercurrent of the scene, the atmosphere.

And zing, slap! The crop taps your ass, making you jolt. The sweet pain is too small and you smile when he taps you again. He’s holding back and you want to scream for more, but there will be consequences for that, double since you are on stage. Instead you try to focus on the sting as he teases you with his slaps. As the number increases, he’s careful to spread them out over your skin, the pain expands, and he slaps harder, you can imagine the red covering your ass.

The club noise ebbs and flows, quieting as the punishment escalates. And being watched was at first scary, now you find it arousing, your ass being beat on display. Your pleasure being consumed, heightening the crowd’s lust. You imagine them all taking a turn slapping you, touching you.

Sir tosses the cane aside and uses his hand instead. A stronger thud that goes into your muscle, but catches the sting of your tender skin from the punishment he inflicted. This makes you cry out and he hits you five, ten times, until you are whimpering.

Then he pushes a hand between your legs, spreading your pussy lips. You jerk at the chain, he wasn’t supposed to, his fingers work over your clit and you moan, the embarrassment at having your arousal displayed for everything diminishing in the satisfaction of his touch. The pain always leaves you throbbing, and Sir takes advantage of it, pushing harder on the pearl of pleasure. The arousal winds around you, your fingers grip the edge of the bench, your legs stiff, pushing back against him as far as the chain will allow you.

He leans down closer to your face as he continues to circle your clit. “Do you like all the people watching you get off?”

“Yes,” you moan, arching your back. The knowledge that untold people are watching your ecstasy floods you with new arousal.

“Me too.” He slaps your ass again and the tension releases, bliss snapping down your limbs, muscles spasming with lascivious gratification.

Sir’s hands spread your legs a little more, showing your sopping pussy to the crowd, they applaud and he bows before releasing your chain, and leading you from the stage again.

He pushes you to the bench, and your skin heats as several sets of eyes follow you. You look at your hands, but the stage draws everyone’s attention as a new submissive and his mistress enter the spotlight, ready to consume a new punishment.

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