Free Sybil Disobedience by Brynn Paulin Page B

chiffon drapes she’d felt earlier move. The metal rings that held them rang along the rods, telling her she was being fully revealed to anyone who gathered. Someone attached a chain to those around her wrists, and her arms were dragged upward to suspend over her head. She jerked as foreign hands grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs apart. Her skirt hiked up, exposing her as she was shackled to the floor by cuffs on short chains.
    “Everyone,” Rob went on. “Over the past months, we’ve had some discord here at The Dungeon. Our Syb has put her Dom, Sir Kellon, through hell. She refused her submission and devotion. She even pretended to take another Master. Through this all, Sir Kellon remained steadfast to regain his sub. But…”
    And where was Saint Kellon now when she was in trouble? Oh right, he was part of this. She kept her face impassive. It wasn’t as if the things Rob said were untrue.
    “But,” Rob repeated, “as Lord of this dungeon, I cannot let such disobedience go unpunished.”
    Syb rather thought calling the breakup “disobedience” was going a bit far, but she didn’t argue. She didn’t make a sound, just waited. If this was what Kellon wanted then she’d submit to it. She needed to regain his full trust in her loyalty.
    “As punishment, Sybil, you will be disciplined. You may choose…a belt, paddle or flogger. You will receive twenty-four strokes, representing each hour of the day you forced Sir Kellon to be without you. Afterward, you will publically submit to your Dom.”
    Her breathing increased, even as her damn pussy got wet. Twenty-four? That was a lot. Even more, Kellon was going to make her come—or not, if that was his choice—in front of everyone here. And damn it, she didn’t know who they were.
    “So what will it be? Belt, paddle or flogger?” Rob asked.
    Her ass twitched at the idea of any of them, and tension began its slow burn in her belly. Any of the three would be fine, but here was one step toward showing Kellon her commitment to him. “It is for Sir Kellon to decide,” she replied, using his formal scene name. “I am his so he should choose.”
    “The birch paddle,” Kellon said firmly, speaking from somewhere behind her for the first time since they’d entered. She trembled. The birch would hurt like hell; her ass wasn’t accustomed to more than his hand right now. She guessed that was part of his plan.
    “Very good.” Rob seemed far too cheerful to her, and she heard him move away. “You may begin at your ready.”
    Applause and cheers followed the pronouncement, and Syb rolled her eyes beneath the blindfold. Only at The Dungeon.
    Almost immediately, Kellon stepped close, his body brushing her back. “Are you okay?”
    “Yes, Sir,” she whispered. His concern resonated deep inside her. He was concerned for her well-being, but she heard his unspoken question. He worried that this would be too much for her. Their reunion was still fresh. Her big, strong Dom was afraid she’d leave again though he’d never say it aloud.
    She turned her head toward him, needing to reassure him. “I love you, Kellon. I accept this as my due. Then we can be finished with this once and for all.”
    Cupping her head, he angled her for his hard kiss. “Thank you.”
    As she faced completely forward once more, he reached for the closure of her top. Her entire focus trained on him. The audience she couldn’t see faded, and it was only her and Kellon and their love for one another.
    The top skimmed her body as he let it fall, exposing her breasts and already tight nipples. Fingers ran lightly over the tips while she moaned. Suddenly, he tugged the peaks, clamping a bar onto one, and her knees buckled. Quickly, she stiffened them to keep from showing how aroused she was. She couldn’t help her small cry when the other bar was screwed into place, sending fire through her breasts. The sweet ache roared through her, reminding her he owned her. Her clit throbbed in time with