Free My Kingdom for a Corner by Melinda Barron Page A

fitting punishment by making her parade through the club naked.
    Damn the man, she thought. She almost dropped the sign when he rubbed the paddle against her ass.
    “Would someone like to count for me, please, since missy’s mouth is otherwise occupied?”
    Good one, she thought, nice way to make sure she didn’t speak.
    “I will, Mr. Oliver,” a woman said from the side.
    “Thank you,” he said. “Make sure everyone can hear you, loud and clear. We’ll take our first break at fifty.”
    The words, “Yes, Sir,” were barely out of the woman’s mouth when the first strike landed. He’d been rubbing the paddle against her skin, getting her ready for what was to come, but she still hadn’t been quite prepared. She started to yelp, but as the sign began to slip away she grabbed it with her teeth, holding onto it for dear life as the second strike fell.
    She fought to keep the sign in her mouth as he spanked her, the strikes falling in different places, hard, then soft, and then hard again. Her ass started to burn at fifteen, and by the time they’d reached twenty-five the burn had spread throughout her lower region. She groaned against the impediment as she realized Sally had been right. Each hard blow pushed her clit against the spanking bench, and increased the arousal she already felt.
    Each strike brought a strong burst of pain that turned into pleasure, and she marveled at the transition. Her subs always told her about how the strikes shot straight to their cocks, clit or nipples, depending on who was on the receiving end. Sally had always told Francesca she could climax just by being spanked.
    Something told Francesca that if she received spankings like this one, she would feel the same way. Her clit tingled right now, and each blow made it tighten more, as if she might do just as Sally had told her.
    As much as her clit was sending out pleasure signals, her ass was sending out just the opposite. She was sure there would be welts there, and the pain would last for a while.
    When Mr. Oliver finally reached fifty, she sighed with relief. But realization sank in as he asked the crowd if she’d had enough. The answer was a deafening no. One at a time he grasped each cheek and wiggled it in his hand as the crowd screamed numbers at him, ranging from fifty to one hundred.
    Without giving an answer, he started to spank again, ten…twenty…thirty. Francesca’s body trembled, and somewhere around forty she realized that Francesca was gone—missy had taken her place.
    The sub wiggled her ass with each strike, and each one sent her soaring toward that same hard orgasm she’d experienced when Mr. Oliver had fucked her while she’d been bound to the floor.
    She heard the numbers as the sub counted, but they didn’t quite compute. She was no longer in the room, but somewhere up in the clouds, rolling around, her body as light as air, her spirit soaring like it never had before.
    When Mr. Oliver put his thumb into her pussy, and rubbed his index finger against her clit and said, “Come, slut,” she did, dropping the sign from her mouth as she screamed out his name, as she begged for more.
    “Did I tell you that you could scream?” he said as he leaned over her. The crowd was clapping, the applause loud and surprisingly satisfying to her.
    “No, Sir,” she whispered back.
    His deep chuckle made her shiver. “We’ll deal with that later. I’m like an elephant when it comes to things like that. I never forget when I’m disobeyed. In the meantime, not another word.”
    She felt a deep sense of loss when he lifted off her body. He rubbed her fiery bottom, his touch soothing. She could hear him talking to other Doms, most of who asked her identity. He always answered with, “A good friend.”
    Definitely, she thought as the subs started to unbind her arms and legs. One that wanted to replay this scene over and over and over again.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Six
     
     
    “I don’t recall giving you permission to