“I wasn’t disrespecting you.”
“Master Joe,” Connor said. “Or Sir.”
“What?” She looked up at Connor in puzzlement.
“Her Dom didn’t teach her much about protocols,” he explained to Joe. “You call him Master Joe or Sir because he’s one of the club Doms. I’m surprised that wasn’t covered in your introduction.”
“It was,” Joe said dryly.
“Yes, it was, sorry, Sir,” she said to Joe. “This feels more than a little weird, though. I’ve been to a BBQ at your place. I’ve helped you paint your living room. And now I have to call you Sir or Master.”
Joe smiled at her. “It’s about to get weirder. Heard you did a scene. Heard she got her butt spanked good.”
“She did,” Connor said firmly. He had a feeling about where this was going to go.
“Show me.”
“What? No, you can’t do that.” Ria’s eyes were wide, she grasped hold of her blanket like a lifeline. Connor sighed. He got it. The scene was over and she felt more exposed. That was why Joe was doing it now. It was all part of the punishment. A bit of humiliation in return for what she’d done wasn’t all that bad.
He stripped back the blanket. “Roll over and show Master Joe your ass, Ria.”
“I-I can’t.”
He could make her do it, of course. But that wouldn’t be part of the lesson.
“Ria, roll over now or I’m going to get out my paddle, bend you over the edge of the sofa and paddle that bottom. And then you can show it to Master Joe.”
She stared up at him, and he had to firm his resolve to not give in to that pleading.
“Either show me that punished ass, little one,” Joe told her. “Or you’re going to be up on the stage next Saturday night, getting your butt paddled where everyone can see it.”
She firmed her shoulders then groaned. “Fuck it.”
Master Joe raised his eyebrows at him. Connor shrugged. “The swearing doesn’t bother me so much.”
“Guess you don’t also want to spend all night smacking that ass.”
“Are you guys saying I swear too much? Because that’s the pot calling the kettle black.”
“Stomach over my knees now,” he snapped at her. “Any more sass out of you and you’ll be wearing that ball gag again.”
Her eyes widened and she quickly rolled over. Joe studied her ass for a moment. There was some admiration. He nodded. “Nice plug. Good choice.”
Connor nodded. He thought so.
“That will do since it’s her first night here. But anything that big happens again and she’s on the stage getting her ass whipped, you understand me, little one?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, her voice muffled since she’d buried her face in the sofa cushion. No doubt her face was as bright red as her bottom. Connor tapped his hand over the butt plug lightly. She jumped and groaned. Yeah, she liked having her bottom plugged.
Connor ran his fingers lightly over her red cheeks. Joe didn’t move. Connor understood that he wanted Ria to remain in this position for a while. It might not be a public whipping, but enough people would see her here, her red, paddled ass on display while her Dom and Master Joe had a little chat.
“Can-can I move, Sir?” she asked.
Connor smacked his hand lightly on the plug again. “No, not until you’re given permission.”
She muttered something he was certain he didn’t want to hear. He didn’t call her on it; she was being pushed pretty hard. Being naked wasn’t something she was comfortable with. And even though it was only really her butt and her back and legs on display it still couldn’t be easy.
Joe started to talk to him about the Cowboys game. He answered. He didn’t have much interest in football, but he knew enough to hold down a conversation. He moved one hand lightly up and down her ass cheeks, massaging her gently. He felt the tension gradually drain from her body. Joe looked down at her, a hint of fondness entering his gaze. He couldn’t help but wonder if this was serving a dual purpose. It sounded like Joe knew her quite well. He probably knew about her body hang-ups.