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until she was aware
only of certain rhythms – the rhythm of the music, and the synced
rhythm of the paddle, both of which seemed to go on and on.
At some point Vanessa realized her ass was
really warm. And that her shirt was soaked with sweat. And her
hair. The pain of the paddle blows had become normal, and that was
insane, but then she got lost in the rhythms again, only now there
was an added rhythm pulsing between her thighs.
She wasn't aware of moaning, of straining to
move her buttocks backward to meet the paddle, but then the music
paused, and Vanessa could hear her own moaning breaths.
"Beautiful, beautiful girl," Suede said.
"What do you guys think?"
Shouts and whistles brought Vanessa back to
the awareness of the audience, and she felt her face turn as red as
her bottom probably was. But at least no one could actually see
either. Well. Except for Suede, who walked around Vanessa, then
squatted down and lifted Vanessa's chin.
"You're adorable. I'll be right back."
Suede disappeared back stage, then
reappeared, pushing a heavy-looking bench. A spanking bench,
Vanessa supposed. Suede pushed it to the very front of the
stage.
"Okay, let's give your arms a rest. Lean over
this."
Again Vanessa obeyed. It wasn't hard. It
wasn't like Suede was asking anything difficult of her, just the
suspension of free will.
And then Suede's hands came around Vanessa
from behind, at the waist, and she was unbuttoning Vanessa's jeans,
then tugging them down so they bunched at the knees, exposing
Vanessa with only a tiny thong for coverage. Cool air flowed across
her warm skin, and she squeezed her eyes shut, incredibly
embarrassed for everyone to be seeing her like this. She
concentrated on the music, on Suede's hands smoothing across her
ass.
"Nice and pink," Suede said, and there was
assorted applause and noise, even a wolf whistle.
Vanessa then felt Suede lifting her shirt,
exposing her back, and the shirt came over her head, and Suede's
hands encouraged Vanessa to forfeit physical privacy by pulling her
arms out of the sleeves and letting the shirt go. Suede squatted in
front of Vanessa's head. "How are you doing, baby?"
Vanessa raised her head to meet Suede's eyes.
"Scared."
"I know. It's kind of exciting, isn't
it?"
Vanessa watched Suede's face and thought
about it. Was she truly frightened, or was it still stage fright?
There was that little kinky part of her that was fascinated by the
way Jeff was submissive to Roman. Some of Jeff's stories made her
long for that kind of attention from a strong, powerful
personality. And she knew one of the reasons she flirted with Suede
was because there was the possibility for exactly this dynamic –
Suede in control, Vanessa submitting to that control. Just because
it felt surreal, or because she was shy about having her body
exposed to public view, didn't mean she was scared in a bad
way.
Suede, right now, was preening and strutting.
Vanessa had seen those things when Suede worked others over with
her flogger. And Vanessa wanted Suede to have that arrogant
excitement about her, wanted to be the center of Suede's attention.
She had it now. She couldn't waste the moment.
"Scary exciting," she whispered. I'm
okay."
"You're beautiful," Suede said. "And I'm
going to let them see."
She unclipped Vanessa's strapless bra and
tossed it aside. "Don't worry," she said. "They can't see much.
Yet. And by the time they can, you'll be having an orgasm and won't
give a shit what they see."
Vanessa felt her eyes go wide. "You think you
can take me that far?"
Suede's eyes glittered, and Vanessa realized
she'd just issued a challenge. "Oh yeah, baby, no doubt." Suede's
heels clicked against the stage as she walked around the spanking
bench. The music seemed to get louder when Suede was out of
Vanessa's sight. She dropped her head against her shoulder and
closed her eyes.
She heard Suede's voice in her ear, and
lifted her head to look over her shoulder. Suede was right there.
She was
only of certain rhythms – the rhythm of the music, and the synced
rhythm of the paddle, both of which seemed to go on and on.
At some point Vanessa realized her ass was
really warm. And that her shirt was soaked with sweat. And her
hair. The pain of the paddle blows had become normal, and that was
insane, but then she got lost in the rhythms again, only now there
was an added rhythm pulsing between her thighs.
She wasn't aware of moaning, of straining to
move her buttocks backward to meet the paddle, but then the music
paused, and Vanessa could hear her own moaning breaths.
"Beautiful, beautiful girl," Suede said.
"What do you guys think?"
Shouts and whistles brought Vanessa back to
the awareness of the audience, and she felt her face turn as red as
her bottom probably was. But at least no one could actually see
either. Well. Except for Suede, who walked around Vanessa, then
squatted down and lifted Vanessa's chin.
"You're adorable. I'll be right back."
Suede disappeared back stage, then
reappeared, pushing a heavy-looking bench. A spanking bench,
Vanessa supposed. Suede pushed it to the very front of the
stage.
"Okay, let's give your arms a rest. Lean over
this."
Again Vanessa obeyed. It wasn't hard. It
wasn't like Suede was asking anything difficult of her, just the
suspension of free will.
And then Suede's hands came around Vanessa
from behind, at the waist, and she was unbuttoning Vanessa's jeans,
then tugging them down so they bunched at the knees, exposing
Vanessa with only a tiny thong for coverage. Cool air flowed across
her warm skin, and she squeezed her eyes shut, incredibly
embarrassed for everyone to be seeing her like this. She
concentrated on the music, on Suede's hands smoothing across her
ass.
"Nice and pink," Suede said, and there was
assorted applause and noise, even a wolf whistle.
Vanessa then felt Suede lifting her shirt,
exposing her back, and the shirt came over her head, and Suede's
hands encouraged Vanessa to forfeit physical privacy by pulling her
arms out of the sleeves and letting the shirt go. Suede squatted in
front of Vanessa's head. "How are you doing, baby?"
Vanessa raised her head to meet Suede's eyes.
"Scared."
"I know. It's kind of exciting, isn't
it?"
Vanessa watched Suede's face and thought
about it. Was she truly frightened, or was it still stage fright?
There was that little kinky part of her that was fascinated by the
way Jeff was submissive to Roman. Some of Jeff's stories made her
long for that kind of attention from a strong, powerful
personality. And she knew one of the reasons she flirted with Suede
was because there was the possibility for exactly this dynamic –
Suede in control, Vanessa submitting to that control. Just because
it felt surreal, or because she was shy about having her body
exposed to public view, didn't mean she was scared in a bad
way.
Suede, right now, was preening and strutting.
Vanessa had seen those things when Suede worked others over with
her flogger. And Vanessa wanted Suede to have that arrogant
excitement about her, wanted to be the center of Suede's attention.
She had it now. She couldn't waste the moment.
"Scary exciting," she whispered. I'm
okay."
"You're beautiful," Suede said. "And I'm
going to let them see."
She unclipped Vanessa's strapless bra and
tossed it aside. "Don't worry," she said. "They can't see much.
Yet. And by the time they can, you'll be having an orgasm and won't
give a shit what they see."
Vanessa felt her eyes go wide. "You think you
can take me that far?"
Suede's eyes glittered, and Vanessa realized
she'd just issued a challenge. "Oh yeah, baby, no doubt." Suede's
heels clicked against the stage as she walked around the spanking
bench. The music seemed to get louder when Suede was out of
Vanessa's sight. She dropped her head against her shoulder and
closed her eyes.
She heard Suede's voice in her ear, and
lifted her head to look over her shoulder. Suede was right there.
She was
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