Wanting It All Ch. 08byLBGrant©
Welcome back to Wanting It All. For those of you keeping track, I know this was your longest wait for a new chapter and for that I'm sorry. It took me some extra time to get this chapter the way I really wanted it, but the good news is...it turned out to be the longest chapter to date, by far. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
A special thanks to editor extraordinaire, redyellowgo. I'm positive that I have put together a much stronger end product because of her help. Still, any errors that remain are my own.
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By the time Brianna and Derek make it down to the dungeon in the club, Brianna has worked herself into an all-out panic attack. The unwanted memories of her last caning at the hands of Jake are flooding in on her. As they pass through the backstage, headed out to the front-of-house, Bri begins to slow down, subconsciously trying to delay the inevitable. Eventually she comes to a dead stop in the wide doorway leading to the stage, causing Derek to walk headlong into her back.
"Alright, naughty girl. Keep it moving. You earned this punishment so there'll be no stalling."
When she remains frozen, blocking his path, Derek manhandles her by grabbing each of her hips with his massive hands and effortlessly lifts Brianna a few inches off the ground, propelling them forward on to the stage before finally allowing her feet to touch the ground again.
She's relieved to see the club is still dark. It helps to quiet her nerves marginally. This punishment is going to be hard enough to get through without having a hoard of witnesses watching...getting turned on by her almost certain upcoming tears and screams.
Rachel is already there. Like the good little submissive that she is, she's already naked and properly positioned, bent over the padded spanking bench with her arms and legs spread to the corners of the punishment device, leaving her ass and the back of her legs completely vulnerable to her punishers. Rachel looks up at the sound of them approaching. Her eyes immediately seek out her husband's as tears flood her beautiful eyes, quickly spilling over and down her cheeks.
Derek reaches out and grabs Brianna's upper arm, pulling her to a stop. "Wait here. I need to speak with my wife privately for a minute." Bri doesn't miss the disappointed tone in his voice and when she sneaks a quick peek up at his face, she finds a strange mix of anger, disappointment and concern on the Dom's face. She certainly doesn't know Derek well, but it's easy to see he's not happy that his sub has contributed to this day's craziness.
Brianna tries to look away to give them some degree of privacy, but since she's only about six feet from where Rachel is awaiting her doom, there's not much privacy to be had. She turns to the side, taking her eyes off them completely, but short of putting her hands over her ears, she can't help but hear their exchange.
Derek's voice is stiff and controlled as he addresses is wife. "Stand up, little girl." Bri can hear Rachel lifting off the spanking bench and she can only guess she's avoiding her husband's gaze because his next instructions are impatient. "Look at me right now, Rachel Lynn."
"I'm so sorry, Daddy. I really am." Bri detects the quiver in her voice.
"I just bet you are now that you were caught red-handed. Were my instructions unclear?" Brianna can tell that Derek is trying to keep their conversation private because he's speaking more softly than she thought possible for him. Still...they're close enough that she can hear every word.
"So...you just blatantly defied me because you were in the mood to have your ass lit up?"
Bri can hear Rachel is crying. "No, Sir. I really didn't plan to disobey. I accidentally dropped a coffee mug in the kitchen and it woke her up and she was calling out for Master Lukus. I know...I should have just ignored her calling, but I thought maybe something was wrong so I was peeking in, just to check on her, and she saw me."
"Enough. You know I don't put up with excuses. The instructions were clear. You defied them. Not just that you let her see you, but I told you there were very good reasons that Lukus didn't want you talking to her."
"I know, Sir, but I promise. I didn't say anything about Master Markus other than what she already knew."
"And just what exactly is that?"
"She already knew that Master Markus came here with Georgie." Brianna can hear the panic in Rachel's voice.
"Rachel Lynn, you aren't going to sit on that beautiful little ass of yours for a week if I find out you told her anything about Master Markus and Georgie...and you know exactly what I mean..."
Their voices are suddenly even softer and Brianna has to really strain now to hear the next part of the conversation, but considering they're talking about her husband, she doesn't feel the least bit guilty. "I swear to you, Daddy. I didn't tell her anything about what happened the last night that Master Markus was punishing Georgie on stage. I would never do that."
"You'd better not. That's not our secret to tell. Markus is going to have to come clean on that one on his own. You just keep your pretty little nose out of it, do you hear me young lady?"
"Yes, Sir. I promise."
'Oh, my God. What secret are they talking about? It has to be something juicy to have Derek that concerned about it coming out.'
Bri doesn't have nearly long enough to evaluate the possibilities before she's surprised by Derek's next question directed at his wife. "How are you feeling? Are you okay or do we need to do this later?" That seems like a strangely gentle question for the hard-ass Dom to ask his naughty sub as she's about to be punished.
"No, Sir. I'm just getting a bit tired, but I'm feeling okay today."
"Well, remember what we discussed, little girl. I want you to safe-word immediately if you want us to stop. There'll be no getting out of your punishment completely, but we can break it up into several sessions if we need to. Do you hear me?"
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."
A few long seconds tick by before Brianna picks up the erotic sound of the couple passionately kissing behind her. She takes a chance and glances over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of Derek and Rachel's embrace. All thoughts of fear temporarily evaporate...replaced with an immediate horniness as she watches Derek tightly holding Rachel against his muscular body. He's so large to her petite frame that he almost swallows her whole. He has one hand tightly grasping Rachel's ass as she raises her leg to wrap it around his waist. His other hand has her long hair pulled back so hard that her creamy neck is exposed to her Dom. He's sucking and kissing the most vulnerable spot where her shoulder meets her neck with his open mouth and Rachel is humping against his body. Both are moaning with pleasure.
The amorous sounds are intoxicating. She tries not to listen...not to think about how lucky her new friend is right now. Brianna has just brought her fingers up to stroke her own wet pussy when Lukus decides to join them on stage. "Brianna Lambert, stop touching yourself this very minute or I'll be adding additional strokes."
Brianna's face has to be the color of a bright red apple she's so embarrassed at being caught with her hand in the proverbial 'cookie jar'. She wishes the ground would open up and swallow her whole rather than have to look at Lukus right this very minute. Her only excuse is that she's been on the edge of the cliff all day.
Let's review. She's spent the day butt naked and on display while surviving all varieties of devilish punishments. She was almost enjoying the constant fullness feeling of the invading butt-plug stretching her wide, a constant reminder of her impending punishment. And as if all of that wasn't bad enough, Lukus had belted her to near orgasm before leaving her to stew in her own juices...literally.
'What does he expect? I dare him to live through that and not be as horny as hell.'
Luckily, she's able to avoid eye contact with Lukus, but her quick glance in his direction can easily detect the outline of his rock-hard cock protruding from the front of his too-tight jeans. He luckily ignores her as he walks straight over to Derek and Rachel. After he clears his throat twice, each time more impatient than the next, they reluctantly peel apart from each other. Brianna is completely stunned when Lukus reaches out to pull Rachel into a big bear hug.
"Derek told me the great news. I'm so happy for you, Rach."
The look on Rachel's face is a strange mix of elation and confusion. Confusion that Lukus is treating her so sweetly considering she's in so much trouble with him for her earlier disobedience.
"Thank you, Master Lukus."
"How are you feeling?"
Brianna notices Rachel's smile takes on a glow. "I'm fine, Sir. Really I am, but thank you for asking."
"Don't you think for one minute that your news is going to get you out of a punishment, but..." Lukus takes a short break to look up at Derek before continuing on. "I called James before I came down. Considering he is both a doctor and a Dom, I wanted to consult with him on the proper way to handle Rachel's punishments now. We'll be making some modifications as a result of his recommendations on how he handled punishments with Mary...but..." Lukus turns his attention back to Rachel as he continues on with his scolding. "Don't for one minute forget you're still in big trouble, young lady. Still....no matter what... you have to promise me that you'll safe-word if you need us to take a break. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir. Master Derek just explained the same thing."
Brianna is confused with the exchange and begins feeling a bit persecuted. "Why does she get to safe-word out of her punishment, but if I do I have to get divorced?"
Lukus shoots her an annoyed look. "Not that we were talking to you, Miss Nosey, but I just found out Rachel is expecting a baby."
'Wow, I sure didn't see that coming.'
Completely forgetting where she is and that she's standing there naked, preparing to have her ass set on fire by Lukus' cane, Brianna rushes forward to hug Rachel. "Oh, what great news! Congratulations, Rachel." Pulling out of the hug, the naked women look each other in the eye. "How far along are you?"
"Only about three months." Rachel's voice is full of a shy excitement.
"Well, that's wonderful news. I'm so happy for you." Before she even stops to think twice about the possible etiquette implications for wishing a Dom congratulations in this situation, Brianna disengages from Rachel and quickly closes the distance with Derek. She launches herself into his arms, giving him a big hug. His chest is so broad and muscular, Bri's arms don't even reach around his entire body. "Congratulations to you too, Derek. You look so happy."
Only then does it hit her that maybe she should have asked for permission to be so informal with the mammoth Dom. She quickly adds on a fast "Sir" hoping it will suffice to appease him if he's pissed.
As she tentatively pulls out of the hug to glance up at Derek's face, she says a short prayer, hoping that he's not angry. She sighs with relief when she sees his face is beaming with pride at the thought of becoming a dad. It's easy to see that he's thrilled...and a tad bit uneasy.
"Thanks, Brianna. I'm scared shitless that I'm going to screw the poor kid up, but with any luck, I'll get the hang of the parenting thing before I actually do any lasting harm."
Brianna can't stop grinning at his contagious excitement. "I'm sure you'll do great, Sir."
Lukus drags their attention back to the task at hand, quickly dousing the joy Bri and Rachel had been feeling by reminding the women that they are both in some serious trouble. She hadn't seen him leave, but when Bri looks over, Lukus is coming back on to the stage. She sees him hauling a second spanking bench from backstage. He drags it directly opposite the already placed bench and she's surprised that he moves them so close that they are almost touching.
"Okay, sweetheart. Get your soon-to-be-red ass over here."
Brianna's pulse is going up again and the anticipation of what's to come is flooding in on her quickly. When she is slow to move towards him, he reminds her to hurry. "I would stop stalling if I were you or we'll start adding strokes for tardiness."
Brianna crosses over the few feet separating them. As soon as she's within his reach, Lukus grabs her and rather roughly lines her up with the end of the long bench. He takes a minute to adjust the three-foot long, two-foot wide leather padded top so that the end where her head will be is lifted to a forty-five degree angle. Bri sees that Derek is doing the same on Rachel's bench.
As the tops of the benches are facing each other, Brianna quickly realizes that the men are going to be punishing both women at the same time while they are forced to watch the effects of the other's punishment. Her eyes seek out Rachel's and she sees a resigned look on the expectant mother's face as she mentally prepares for her upcoming caning.
When he has the bench setup the way he wants it, Lukus reaches back and takes Brianna's hand to pull her forward to the bench. She tries hard not to let him see her trembling. She would love to blame her shivers on the club being chilly on her bare skin, but she can't. It's actually a comfortably warm temperature and she assumes that's not an accident. Considering so many submissives, both men and women, come to the club with little to no clothes on, Brianna is sure that Lukus actually keeps the temperature comfortable for them.
As Brianna approaches the punishment bench, Lukus guides her to straddle the now angled top and kneel on the padded leg rests on either side. As she leans forward, she places her weight on the cool leather, reaching forward to grasp the handgrips on either side of the bench near her head.
Brianna is uneasy when Lukus begins strapping her into place, tightly securing both her ankles and wrists to the bench. The position of her legs has her splayed wide and she's sure that Lukus will have a very nice view of her now, open for display, wet pussy. She already feels almost completely immobile when Lukus' chest unexpectedly brushes her back as he reaches below her to grasp the wide leather waist restraint. He cinches it tightly, securing her waist to the bench and ensuring that she won't be able to yank her ass away from the upcoming blows, no matter how much she may want to.
Brianna's anxiety is escalating when she finally looks up and realizes she's only about two feet away from Rachel's face. Rachel's expression is not much better than her own as her husband is securing her to her own bench in the exact same manner. It doesn't bode well that such an experienced submissive is so afraid of her upcoming discipline. The women share the smallest of smiles...their simple resignation to what is about to happen.
On the one hand, Brianna is embarrassed to have Rachel there to witness her lose control, which she is surely going to do since Lukus has promised to keep her from escaping to her 'happy place' and climaxing. Yet Bri is surprised that the bigger part of her is actually comforted that she won't be going through this punishment alone. She feels an almost sisterhood with the near-by submissive.
An unwelcome memory of Jake floods in on her when she hears Lukus standing behind her, swishing what sounds like a medium-weight cane through the open air as if he's testing the feel of the punishment device in his hand before starting. Just the sound of the swish is a frightening trigger, bringing back forgotten feelings.
Brianna closes her eyes, trying to remain calm as she remembers how brutal his punishments had been. A deep anger burns inside directed squarely at Jake. It was bad enough that he'd raped her. No. The worst thing he'd done was teach her body to cope in the only way it knew how when faced with the overwhelming dose of pain he regularly dished out. He had tapped into the ability to drive her to her 'happy place.' That damn elusive destination where her intense orgasms would run together, creating a sensation that was akin to a drug-induced high to Bri.
Her brain had always known how dangerous Jake was, but over time, she found she could only push her desire for that intense pleasure down for so long before she needed another 'hit'. A wave of shame washes over her again that she had been so weak that she'd allowed the need for those powerful orgasms to outweigh the danger of going anywhere with Jake ever again.
'No wonder Markus will never forgive me. I'm not sure I'll forgive myself.'
"Brianna, are you okay?" It's Rachel asking, having a front row seat to the look of rising fear on Bri's face.
"I've just had a really bad history with a cane is all. It's freaking me out a bit."
She immediately feels Lukus' warm caress intimately rubbing the small of her back. "Brianna, I think I told you that I would be careful. You told me you trust me. Was that a lie?"
The tears are streaming down her face when she answers. "I didn't lie, Sir, but that doesn't stop me from being afraid. I just can't help but remember."
"Well, today is the day you're going to forget about Jake, do you hear me? Focus on the here and now." And then he turns and addresses Derek. "You want to tag team this one?"
Derek is quick to reply. "I was hoping that was what you were thinking when you brought in the second bench. Since Rach has more to go, I'll start. I think we'd better give them a warm up first, don't you?"
Lukus' answer comes in the form of a hard slap to Brianna's ass with his open palm. Derek wastes no time in getting started giving Rachel her warm up spanking as well.
At first, Brianna just thinks they're trying to prolong the women's punishment, but then she remembers reading on a domestic discipline website that the head of the household should always give a warm up spanking when they plan on using harsher implements as it will help avoid bruising. Bri is grateful that once again Lukus is proving to be a conscientious Dom by looking out for her, ensuring no lasting damage is done. Bri closes her eyes, trying to focus on the submissive feelings flooding through her. The rather light and almost sensuous spanking is just what she needed to help her mentally prepare for what's to come next. It helps that Lukus stops every so often to caress her ass, testing the heat level of her exposed skin.
After just a couple of minutes, Lukus and Derek stop at the same time as if they had choreographed it. Hell, for all Bri knows, maybe they had. Lukus begins his stern lecture to both wayward ladies. "Rachel, why are you being punished today?"
"Because I disobeyed direct orders from Master Derek. I not only let Brianna see me, but I talked with her and I also untied her from the bed. I am so very sorry, Sir."
"That's correct. And I'm sure you are sorry and if you aren't yet, you will be very soon. Brianna, why are you being punished today?"
"Because I coaxed Rachel into coming into the bedroom and talking to me and then untying me, even though I knew you would never want her to."
"That's correct. I didn't hear your apology. Do you want additional strokes?"
"Oh my God, no. I'm so sorry." At the last second she remembers to throw in the "Sir" as if it was a tagline.
"Better. Master Derek, let's get started. James suggests changing the bulk of Rachel's punishment to a strapping or belting. We need to take frequent breaks to allow her to adjust to the pain levels. If she's still doing okay, we can finish up just the last few strokes with the cane."