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brown hair and sighed. She'd always had a spanking
fetish—ever since she could remember, anyway. And once she'd actually
been brave enough to step out into the big wide world and attend munches and
events with like-minded people, she'd soon discovered that she was a bit of a
masochist, as well. She'd been bent over, bottom bared and teeth clenched a
number of times; with a firm hand, wooden paddle, whippy riding crop or even a
nasty cane being applied vigorously to her backside… and no matter how much it
had hurt, or who the Top had been, she'd left with a gnawing, unfulfilled ache
deep inside her. And soaking wet panties. Until she'd been in the dungeon that
day, she'd never twigged exactly what it was she'd been missing. And now that
she knew, she wondered whether she'd ever be brave enough to ask for it.
    ***
    Master
Dominick suppressed a yawn as the man standing opposite him droned on and on.
He'd heard it all a thousand times before.
    "I
don't actually want you to whip her," he was saying, earnestly, pushing his
glasses back up his nose. "Just frighten her a bit. She's terrified of the
whip, is my wife. Maybe you could crack it once or twice, make that wonderful
noise?"
    "Actually,
if applied correctly, the bullwhip can be easier to take than several other
implements—depending on severity and force of application, of
course," Dominick said. "Including the cane. A lighter flick with the
tip of a whip is far less intense than a hard cane stroke across the naked
bottom."
    "And
don't touch her anywhere. With your hands, I mean," the man continued, as
if Dominick hadn't even spoken.
    The
Castle Dungeon Master was growing irritated. "How about my tongue? Or my
dick?"
    "Good
golly, no. No, no, no," the man replied with a frown. "Just do what
we agreed. Leave the touching to me. After all, she is my wife!"
    "Lucky
you," Dominick said, barely able to conceal his sarcasm as he glanced over
his shoulder to where the woman was absent-mindedly scratching   her nose. Reaching for his trademark
leather hood, he tugged it over his head. "Was that all, or do you have
any other questions?"
    "I
don't think so. Just what we already discussed… you come in and act all scary,
and then when she's cowering against me, let me take over. Once I've
started…" the man actually blushed to the tip of his receding hairline,
"you know… touching her, then you can discreetly leave us to it."
    Biting
his tongue, Dominick managed to restrict his response to a firm nod, then he
squared his shoulders and turned around to face the woman—who, in all
actuality, seemed far less frightened of him than her husband obviously was. Let the show begin , he thought, letting
his lip curl into a sneer and narrowing his eyes. "Your husband tells me
you've been a naughty girl," he growled, brandishing the bullwhip.
"Now, what do you think should happen to naughty girls like you?"
    A
very short time later, having closed the private door behind the frantically
necking couple, Dominick made his rounds through the rest of the dungeon, his
eagle eye roving over every piece of equipment, every hook, coil of rope, and
checking in on the scenes taking place in the public spaces. A lean young man
was licking his Mistress's boots while she raked over his scalp with long,
pointed fingernails, and in another corner, a young woman was on her knees,
enthusiastically sucking one man's cock while another stood behind her, tapping
her upturned backside encouragingly with a switch.
    It
had been too long since anyone had sucked him off, Dom thought ruefully,
feeling himself harden just at the thought of it. Since he'd had any kind of
sex, come to think of it. Maybe that was why he'd been feeling so tense and
tired lately.
    The
door to the last private chamber was ajar, so he pushed it open to make sure it
had been cleaned and re-equipped properly.
    Twin
Masters Travis and Trevor both glanced over at him in surprise. The middle-aged
woman lying spread-eagled on a table between