The Drake Restrained Compete Collection: Part 1 - 4 (The Drake Series Book 7) (50 page)

I nodded and led Kate to the coat check. I removed her coat and handed it to the coat check girl.

"Thank you, sir," she said when she took Kate’s coat. She hung it up and then accepted my overcoat and suit jacket and hung them up as well.

I pointed to Kate’s feet. "Take those off," I said. Kate hesitated for a brief moment but then removed her boots.

"Master, what do I wear on my feet? I forgot shoes."

"Nothing. Submissives wear bare or stocking feet." She raised her eyebrows at that and I smiled. "It's psychological."

She nodded, staring down at her feet as if she wasn’t all that happy with the rules, but she didn’t resist.

The coat check submissive gave me four tiny tokens. "Sir, you're aware of the two drink per person maximum," she said. "Drinks are being served at the bar. The dungeon is downstairs, but there are stations set up around the main floor for demonstrations. There's dancing in the ballroom.” She smiled at us and pointed to huge ornate double doors. “Have an enjoyable evening, sir."

"Thank you," I said and took Kate’s hand, leading her through the doors and into another world.

We stood just inside and took in the scene. Perhaps fifty people stood around in small clusters, men and women dressed in leather and latex, some with collars on, various body parts exposed depending on their status as Dominant or submissive. Classical music played in the background from a small trio made up of a pianist, a violinist and a bass player. All wore fetish attire.

"These people are the movers and shakers," I said as I stood behind Kate, one arm around her, my hand resting on her hip. I wanted to show my possession of her to any onlookers. They’d know to approach me if they were interested in a scene with her or us, and of course, I’d politely decline.

I wasn’t sharing Kate with anyone. I didn’t mind other Doms looking at Kate. I was quite proud of having her as my own, but I couldn’t tolerate the thought of anyone else touching her.

"I hope I don't see anyone I know through my father," she said.

I squeezed her from behind for she’d forgotten once more to use the proper form of address.

"
Katherine
…"

She stiffened in my arms. "Oh, sorry.
Master
. I'm just so nervous."

"I know," I said. "Let's get you a drink. I need you relaxed but still aware of the rules."

We went to the bar and I ordered two shots of vodka. We held them up and toasted each other as we always did and shot them back. I kissed her after she’d barely swallowed the vodka because I wanted to taste it on her tongue.

"This is going to be a great night," I said, excitement brewing in my chest.

We wandered around the main floor, and I introduced Kate to a couple of Doms I knew who where also there with their submissives. The greetings were short and although friendly, none of them were inclined to say much more than a hello. Everyone was here for the show. At various places on the main floor were the apparatus of kink, like the redesigned miniature pommel horse, a St. Andrew’s Cross on the wall with manacles at the end of each of the arms. There were tables with whips and floggers, spray bottles and towels everywhere. It was like a gym or exercise room mixed with bondage gear set against an eighteenth century salon with ornate furniture and a huge marble hearth.

Kate shivered visibly. "Why do these people like this? All of this—domination, submission, pain and humiliation, Master?"

"
These
people, Katherine?" I said, my eyebrow cocked. "You happen to be one of
these
people now. Maybe you're not into pain or humiliation, but you're into submission. It's not illegal, so don't judge, Katherine.
Understand
."

I led Kate to a couch by a huge bay window and sat her down, while I remained standing in front of her.

"What's going on in that mind of yours, Ms. Bennet?"

"Master, I was just wondering why people are attracted to BDSM. Why you are. Why I am."

I sighed heavily. "In the end, does it matter? I've tried to understand why I am. Understanding why doesn't change things. I still want it."

"So you understand why, Master?"

I looked away, inhaling deeply. "Perhaps."

She didn't push for any answers and I was glad. I was tired of debates about why people were kinky. Freud tried to understand it, fascinated by sexual deviance. When I was really curious about my reasons, after Maureen left me and I met back up with Lara and trained as a Dom, I was sure it had something to do with my childhood and my sense of being betrayed by the women I loved after my mother left me, but now, as a successful, professional man, I didn’t care why. I just wanted to enjoy.

She smiled at me, and as I looked at her face, so bright and beautiful and open, I felt warmth for her that surprised me in its depth, and I smiled back.

"I'm just glad to be here with you tonight, Master," she said, her voice low. "I'll do whatever you want me to do."

I reached down and took her hand, pulling her up and into my arms. "You make me very happy, slave."

I kissed her, my fingers threading through her hair, one hand on the small of her back, pulling her against me. She was so good, so warm, so open. I pulled away and brushed a lock of hair off her cheek. "But we're being observed. We have to do something public to merit participation in this evening. It also puts us at as much risk as others. It’s the only way we'd be trusted to keep identities secret. I'd like to demonstrate an over-the-lap spanking of you in public, and then, I'd like to fuck you in private."

She blinked rapidly. I was sure she’d be pleased that finally, I’d finally spank her but she didn’t look pleased at all. She looked a little reluctant, frowning. "I don't know if I like that…" she said, shaking her head. "You said you'd just tie me up, demonstrate bondage…"

I had to follow through with my threat to punish her for not obeying immediately and questioning my decisions or else the night would be totally wasted. "Katherine, are you refusing me?"

"It's just that it wasn't what I thought of when you promised me you’d spank me…" She glanced around at the people in the room, her cheeks red.

I grasped her hand and pulled her towards an empty spanking horse. I stood her in front of it, standing behind her, my hands on her shoulders.

"I'm giving you a choice, slave, which I wouldn’t usually give a submissive. You can have a barehanded over-the-lap spanking in front of everyone over there," I said, pointing to a black leather cushioned divan in the corner, a couple of feet from the wall. "Or you can have a spanking using this spanking horse. Choose."

It took her only a moment to decide. "Over the knee, please, Master."

"Stay here." I went to an Attendant who stood on the sidelines, his arms crossed. We spoke for a moment and the Attendant nodded, giving me permission to use to the equipment. I returned and stood in front of Kate, my hands resting on her shoulders. I caught her eye, staring into hers, a frown on my face so I could drive home how serious this was.

"This slave has displeased me," I said, my voice rising so that anyone close could hear. "I'm considering what punishment I have to administer."

I could sense the shift in the air as several couples near us turned to watch. 

I turned Kate around to face the small audience, my hands on her shoulders. "She's new and isn't yet quite as careful in her obedience as she should be. I have to keep reminding her not to hesitate or question my commands. Frequently, I have to remind her to use proper forms of address. I'm going to administer punishment for her failure to obey immediately and without question. Since she's new, and since we've never done this before, I have to go slow. I thought this would be a good time to demonstrate how to spank a novice submissive the first time. Over-the-lap."

Kate stiffened under my hands and I knew I had to play it very carefully or else I’d do more damage than good. There were a few appreciative nods from the onlookers, because they understood the importance of teaching a sub about obedience. Subs wanted to obey deep down, even if they forgot it every now and then.

I turned Kate around, my voice firm and loud enough for others to hear.

"The first thing to do with a novice submissive like this one is to acquaint her with the purpose of the act, telling her what she will experience. This will ensure she doesn't panic at any unfamiliar sensations and doesn’t view it in the wrong way. You want your submissive to obey and to accept her punishment without protest, so going through each step first will help prevent that. Later, when she's more used to punishment, you can just carry it out without detailed explanation, quickly, to make a maximum affect on her state of mind, which isn't properly submissive. But the first time, a wise Master always explains what is going to happen. This isn't about pain. This is about obedience and reinforcing submission, demonstrating to her how she has given up her power entirely and is not permitted to protest or hesitate to obey an order unless it is to use the safe word."

I turned back to those watching. "A bare hand is good for over-the-lap spanking but you can also use an implement, such as a paddle or tawse—whatever works best given that you'll have only one hand available. The spanking horse is best if you want to use floggers or a tawse or riding crop, depending on your preferences. For this submissive, I'm going to use my bare hand, so over-the-lap is best."

I turned to her and pointed to the black leather divan. Now would be a test of my ability to deliver a proper spanking as punishment. Kate had been very bad with staying in scene and obeying without hesitation. I would never have allowed any other submissive of mine to get away with so much resistance. I did with Kate, and I knew that it would come back to haunt me if I didn’t put an end to it soon. Now was as good a time as any.

"When I sit, you are to lay over my lap." I tilted her head up so that she had to look in my eyes. "Are you clear on what will happen, slave?"

She nodded, but said nothing—another example of her either not taking this seriously, or being unable to focus out of anxiety.

I turned to those watching, my eyebrows raised. A titter went through them when Kate had failed to use “Master” when responding.

"You can see I've been a bit too indulgent with this slave,” I said, putting on a tired voice. “She needs to learn her lesson on how to properly address her Master, and how to submit to an order without question."

I turned back to her, frowning to show my dissatisfaction, but then I started to doubt the wisdom of the whole thing. Would I drive her away if I actually gave her a proper punishment spanking? When she still didn’t respond, I exhaled. "I said, are you clear on what will happen, slave?"

"Yes, Master,” she said finally. “My apologies for not using proper form of address, Master."

I nodded. "Good girl."

I sat facing the group and pulled her down over my knee. When her skirt rose up to expose her bare buttocks, she stiffened.

"Master, my skirt…" She tried to reach back, but I held her firm, one hand on the small of her back. She was modest about her body, but she’d have to get over that if we were going to be regular participants at some of the more private parties.

"Did I ask for your opinion on what is happening, slave?"

"No, Master. I'm sorry." She went limp.

When I felt her submission, I removed my hand from her back. "Good girl," I said softly, then I took her hands in one of mine. With the other, I held her down, my hand on the small of her back. I turned to those gathered around us. "This submissive is not into pain, although she doesn’t yet know her true limits. She has been pestering me to spank her so she’ll know what to expect. I have to ensure she understands that this spanking is done to punish her, not to reward her curiosity or give her pleasure." I bent down to her. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, Master."

I turned back to the crowd. "The first time, let the submissive become familiar with the position. Don't rush things or you'll cause unnecessary panic. The Dominant's purpose is not to create fear and anger in the sub, but to reinforce the direction of power in the relationship, to teach her what is expected of her, and to help her become a better submissive. By losing all control in this way, the sub is reminded who has the power. Generally, any man is stronger than most women, especially in upper body strength. It should be fairly easy to restrain her and keep the struggling to a minimum. But a Master enjoys a bit of struggle. The pain from the spanking should be equal to the amount of pain necessary to make the point, but no more. This isn't about sensation play. This is punishment. Keep reinforcing that."

I pulled up her skirt to fully expose her buttocks. Kate gasped.

"
Master
…" she whispered, fear making her voice quaver.

"
Shh
," I said and rubbed one of her cheeks with my hand, wanting to calm her as much as possible.

After a moment, I spoke to the others. "This is virgin ass in every way. Never spanked properly. Never claimed. I aim to do both, but one thing at a time."

A murmur went through those who watched, and someone said, "Lucky you."

I chuckled. Every Dominant in the room knew what I meant. Claiming a woman completely and totally was the most satisfying thing for us. Being her first was, if you did it right, unmatched, for she would always measure others against her first. I wanted to be Kate’s first, but I wasn’t ready to imagine her with someone else.

"As I said, this particular sub is new to the lifestyle and has never been punished before, nor has she experienced a sensual spanking, or anal play or penetration. She has expressed her eagerness to be spanked several times and each time I have refused. I want her to understand that
I
choose when an act will be performed, whether sexual or punishment. She imagined I was just going to demonstrate some minor point of bondage tonight, but earlier, she questioned one of my commands and so I decided to use this opportunity to demonstrate how to properly punish a new sub who is not into pain."