Thank you to Melody Parks for starting our new Wednesday Blog Hop, WIP it up! I've been cheeky and asked her if she'd be ok with opening it up to published works as well and she's been kind enough to give it a go so here I am.
This is piece from Taming Naia which was released about two weeks ago. In this scene, Naia and Liam are watching a sub be punished by her Dom at the club. The girl is about to be caned and she's been prepared - having been bent over a bench and bound, her bottom bared for all to see. She's also had a microphone attached so this will be a very public punishment. This is Naia's first time witnessing something like this and the effect is very different than she ever imagined. Liam and Naia are watching from his office unobserved...
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“He’s asking her permission now,” Liam said. “It’s about to begin. Are you ready?”
The girl nodded as did Naia.
The man stepped back and to the side so the crowd had a good view of the girl’s waiting
bottom. With his hand, he slapped both cheeks several times, the sound crisp in the otherwise
quiet room. Once satisfied with the soft pink hue, he measured the placement of the cane, tapped
it several times against her, then raised his arm. Naia wondered what the cane would feel like
against her own backside and braced herself as it came down on the girl’s tender flesh. The girl
expelled a breath and her body would have been catapulted forward but for the bench. She
counted the first stroke into the microphone. Naia swallowed.
Another stroke landed on the girl’s trembling cheeks. Naia closed her eyes for an instant,
imagining it was she up on the stage, being watched as if she herself were being publically
punished.
The crowd remained hushed, watching, listening. Each stroke was followed by the girl’s
forced exhale, a grunt, and as the punishment proceeded, a more pained noise. As she counted,
the microphone amplified every breath, every moan, every sound from her lips, and Naia found
herself mentally saying the numbers along with the girl, not wanting it to stop.
The willing captive counted as her bottom was striped with red welts. The difference
between the force of the strokes was palpable as she neared the end and the man brought the cane
down harder. It was incredible, the sound of the cane moving through the air followed by the
sound she made, the silence of the crowd followed by the faintest of exhales. Naia closed her
eyes for a moment, savoring the sound of the girl’s shallow, quick breath in time with her own.
Sooner than Naia wanted her to, she called out the final number. The public punishment
was at an end and, as if the crowd had also been holding its breath for the duration, there was one
moment of complete stillness before the joint exhale.
