“You won’t think it’s funny when I show you what I can do with it.” He grinned at her. Reaching down, he helped her up. “You need to lose some of those clothes, time to have a little fun.”
She looked around to see if there was anyone there, and he reassured her. “It’s just us. Dave gave me the keys and we can stay here as long as we want and no one will bother is. There won’t be anyone back here until two in the afternoon.”
“Okay,” she said with a shaky voice, looking around once more.
Alan grabbed her arms and pulled her to him, leaning down he kissed her hard. “Theresa, it will be ok. Do you want to say red and go home?”
“No, no, I…” She really didn’t know what she wanted, but she was pretty sure she didn’t want to stop and go home.
“Clothes. Off. Now,” he commanded her.
Theresa swallowed and reached for the hem of her blouse, looking around again, like there were people hiding in the corners.
Alan stood there watching her, arms crossed over his chest, legs spread. A domineering pose if there was one.
“Theresa.” He gave her a look.
She swallowed again, and pulled her shirt off quickly. Still nervous, she crossed her arms over her chest and looked at the floor.
“Theresa. The rest of the clothes. Now,” he said firmly.
Looking around again, Theresa, slipped the skirt off and stood there in her bra, and thong. She had left her shoes in reception. Subs weren’t allowed to wear shoes in the Club.
“Theresa, if you are not naked in the next sixty seconds, I will take a paddle to your ass until it is bright red.” He was starting to get impatient.
“You will?” she asked, wide-eyed. She was not sure if he was joking or not.
Alan walked to the cabinet and pulled out a small paddle. “I wouldn’t have gotten it if I wasn’t going to use it. Now, clothes off. I want you to stand at the cross, your back to me.”
“Okay.” Theresa was nervous and excited. She wasn’t really scared. She knew Alan wouldn’t hurt her or push her past her limits. Being in the Club was exciting, and the fact that she was with Alan was even more exciting.
Hands shaking, she could barely unfasten her bra, but managed. Slipping off the new thong Alan had bought her, she walked slowly to the cross. Stepping up to the platform, she waited for Alan to tell
her what to do next.
“Hands over your head, feet on these marks, relax,” he said as he walked up behind her. He ran one hand over her back, cupping her ass, the other hand holding her arms in place. “Beautiful,” he breathed in her ear. “Relax, I won’t hurt you,” he said against her neck.
He fastened her hands to the cross and knelt down to her feet. Lifting first one leg then the other he spread her wide and fastened her legs to the cross, too. Holding her hip with one hand, he ran his tongue up the inside of her leg until he got to her sex.
“Not as scared as we like to act, are we?” he said as he licked her wet folds. “You’re very wet,” he told her as he licked more.
“Ooohhh…I…” she panted. “I need to come.”
“Not yet. You need punished for disobeying first.”
“Wh…what?” she stuttered.
“You didn’t take your clothes off when I asked and I had to tell you several times,” he explained to her.
“Oh. I’m sorry. I just…well…we’re in the Club and there could be people here and…I’m sorry,” she finally said.
“Theresa, you have to trust me and realize that I know what’s best for you.”
“Okay.” She really didn’t understand. “Sir?” she said tentatively.
“Yes, baby.”
“Help me understand, I really don’t know what I’m doing, and it feels like I keep getting it all wrong,” she answered him quietly.