“Yes, sir.”
“Good.”
A few minutes later, he’d pulled several leather straps tight across her wrists and ankles. Kit gave them an experimental tug, relieved to find she couldn’t really move. If she couldn’t move, there was less chance of her chickening out and making a run for it.
Since she was positioned with her head down, her hair fell in a curtain around her face, blessedly blocking out the crowd. But a moment later, a pair of familiar hands pulled her hair away and she was exposed to the crowd once more. Off to her right, she spotted Kawan and Melody. Her client had a hand under his girlfriend’s cute little nightie, obviously playing with her nipples as Melody stared straight at Kit, her lips slightly parted and her eyes glassy.
All of the embarrassment Kit had been feeling up until that moment faded to the background. There was still an element of humiliation, knowing she was being disciplined in such a public way, but there was also a sense of…power. All these people standing around, watching her, they weren’t there to gawk at the fat girl or to point out her flaws. The dimples in her thighs, the extra width of her hips—none of it mattered. Her body, her submission, the punishment she was about to receive, every part of it was enjoyable to the people watching.
Not just enjoyable.Desirable.
And that was something nobody could ever take from her. There was nothing a couple snotty sports groupies could say to cancel out the sheer exhilaration of knowing dozens of people were watching her, getting off to the show she and her Sir were about to put on.
In that moment, she knew she’d take whatever Austin dished out. Not because of some misplaced sense of pride or fear, but because she never wanted this feeling to end.
Chapter 19
Katherine
“Ready, kitten?”
“Yes, sir.” Despite the pounding of her heart and the zing of excitement lighting up every nerve she had, her voice was steady.
A hand gripped her hair, pulling her head up at an awkward angle. The sweet, gentle Dom who’d coaxed her through her fears to get to where she was now had disappeared. A cold hardness had settled in his eyes and her core trembled at the sight.
“Tell me why you’re being punished tonight.”
Austin had raised his voice slightly, she assumed so the hovering crowd could hear. Taking his cue, she swallowed hard and spoke as clearly and loudly as she could without screaming. “Because I didn’t wear the outfit you chose for me, sir.”
“Do you get to decide which of my orders to obey, kitten?”
“N-no, sir.”
“Tell our audience what happens to naughty little kittens who disobey their Sir’s orders.”
Oh, sweet Jesus. She prayed her face wasn’t as red as it felt as she recited her line. “They get spanked and fucked in the ass, sir.”
“That’s right.” Releasing his hold on her, he shifted, and for the first time, she caught sight of the long, thick piece of leather dangling from his other hand. It looked a hell of a lot scarier than his belt, and she had a feeling he wasn’t going to be stopping at three quick stripes.
Before she could think clearly enough to dare to voice an objection or even a question, he disappeared, and a moment later the leather tapped against her upturned ass.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she braced for the blow. But nothing could have prepared her for the agony that pierced her with the first stroke of his strap.
Oh,fuck.If her lungs hadn’t frozen, she might have screamed. It was so much worse than his belt, so much worse than anything he’d put her through before. And her mind had barely any time to register the pain before the second stroke landed, the edges of the strap digging into the tops of her thighs.
She lurched forward on pure instinct, but the straps around her wrists and ankles quickly reminded her she had nowhere to go. Her muscles clamped down in a fruitless attempt to protect her from the pain, which only served to remind her she had a giant plug in her bottom, which was its own kind of hell.
The third stroke landed right in the middle of her ass, and her chest finally loosened enough for her to drag in a deep, shuddering breath. Grinding her teeth together, she forced the air back out through her nose.
Do not scream, do not scream, do not scream.She would take her punishment like the good girl he claimed she was, and she would absolutely not embarrass him by carrying on like a hysterical little girl just because her ass was on fire.
Her resolve was sorely tested with the next two stripes, but she made it through. When a familiar pair of boots appeared in her line of sight, she slumped against the leather, panting wildly.
“The next time I choose an outfit for you, what are you going to do, kitten?”
“W-wear it, s-sir. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“Five more and then we can finish up your punishment.”