Gale, Avery - Rissa's Recovery [The Shadowdance Club 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) Read Online Free PDF

with the perfect amount of jiggle when my hand connects with it.
    The first swat startled her, as much from the loud smack of hand on bare flesh as the instant fire it sent through her tender flesh. Her sharp, “Shit, that hurt!” had Mitch smiling. He knew it had stung, but he also knew that before the second, third, and fourth swats had landed on alternating ass cheeks, she was already feeling the electricity shooting straight from her burning ass to her clit. He could already smell her arousal, and he was only half done. He stopped for a moment to rub her hot cheeks, holding the heat to her, building the anticipation.
    “Your ass is a beautiful shade of pink already, baby, it’s going to be fucking unbelievable by the time Master Bryant rains his palm down on you. He has a harder swat than I do, you’ll really feel his strikes. Where are we, baby? Give me a color.” Mitch wanted to bring her back down a bit, make her refocus on the purpose of this punishment. She was quickly starting to float, and while they didn’t want to cause her any pain, this lesson had to be learned. Failing to follow instructions could be—hell it had been—dangerous to a sub’s safety, and deliberately lying to a Dom let alone a Dungeon Master was absolutely one of the worst things she could have done. Hell, this was going to be only one of the punishments she was going to have for that offense.
    The Club’s bylaws required a public punishment involving at least one of the owners and the Dom responsible for the sub and the Dom the sub had lied to. Both he and Bryant had talked with Alex and Zach extensively about how to best proceed. On the one hand, neither of the Lamonts wanted to lay a hand on Rissa, but they knew their members deserved consistency when enforcing the rules. But it had been noted that even though the punishment had to be open to the view of the general membership, nothing in the rules stated at what time it had to take place. So they had decided the public portion of her punishment would take place at one o’clock in the afternoon the day after they returned Rissa to The Club. At that time of day, there would be very few people present, but they would still be fulfilling the obligation of a “public” punishment. “Rissa, I asked you a question, I want an answer, now.”
    “Um, oh, sorry, I’m green, Sir.” Her breathy response told him she had come back down a bit, but not enough.
    “Rissa, tell me why you are being punished. What was the first offense?” Mitch had stilled his hand over the crease between her upper thigh and the rounded underside of her ass, a particularly sensitive spot for most women, and he knew her anticipation of a swat there would be helping her focus on what was happening to her backside. He almost chuckled out loud when he saw her ass cheeks clench together. Oh yeah, baby, I’m going make sitting and walking a little tough for you, and Bryant is going to light your ass up like the Fourth of July. You aren’t going to be inclined to lie to a Dom ever again once he’s finished blistering your bottom, that’s for sure. And Alex’s and Zach’s paddle is going to probably keep you from sitting again after we return, but you’ll remember this rule forever.
    “I, um, I left the spa with Jenna and we didn’t wait for an escort, like we’d been told to, oh, God, please…” Rissa wanted to come so bad. Crap on a cracker, how on earth could having his hand pound of her bare butt make her so horny?
    Mitch looked up at Bryant, both of them wide-eyed, hell he’d known she had been heading in to subspace, that endorphin-induced “happy place” that some subs went into under just the right circumstances, but damn, he couldn’t believe she was responding so strongly this fast. Fuck me, sex with Rissa is going to be something close to a religious experience if she is this responsive all the time. Mitch leaned down, so he spoke close to her ear. “Don’t you fucking dare come without