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11/21/2023 6:15 am

AzAbali's Story Time #7

Part Four incoming!

When I had finished my drink, I stood up and offered mia my hand. she took the proffered assist, reaching out and taking hold of me. As we walked towards the exit, she looked around, possibly looking for Chrissy, or possibly, just taking it all in one last time.
"Don't worry. If you liked it, we can come back again", I told her.
We continued walking out of the club and back to the car. she leaned against me as we walked, still gripping my hand in hers. I loved the sensation of my babygirl's hand in mine, like she was holding me for security.
I once more held the door open for her, and as she leaned over to get in the car, I slapped her on the ass, just enough to elicit a surprised, "Hey!"
she wiggled her ass at me as she got in the car. I closed the door and walked around to the other side climbing into my seat. I looked over at her and she had reclined the seat and was leaning back, with her eyes closed. I reached over and stroked her cheek. she started at the touch and looked over at me.
"you okay, babygirl?", I asked her.
"Yes, Daddy, it's just been a long afternoon already", she replied.
"It's not over yet, princess. We still have one more stop before we head home", I told her.
she smiled and said, "Yay!"
It was so cute, it made my heart ache. she could be so excited about something like going to APEX. I pulled out of the parking lot, and headed back to the freeway. APEX was about 20 minutes away from where we were right now.
I pushed her back down onto the seat and ran my fingers through her hair, encouraging her to relax as we turned onto the freeway ramp. I switched over to Daft Punk and turned the volume down. We exchanged no words as we drove, I just let her recover some of her energy. As we started to get closer to the club, I stopped running my fingers through her hair, and began running a finger down her eyebrow, her cheek, and her lips. As my finger brushed her lips, without opening her eyes, she bit my finger and laughed with the digit gently clasped between her teeth.
"Hey, brat!", I laughingly exclaimed. "What do you think you're doing? Looks like you feel just fine!"
she laughed again, and released my finger, then stuck out her tongue at me.
"Okay...we'll see whose laughing in a little while", I told her.
she pouted for a moment, then smiled again, and asked, "Promise?"
I was going to make her regret her brattiness in the best way. We pulled into the parking lot of APEX and I pulled into a space where I could open the door and have a little privacy. I walked around to her side of the car and opened the door. Motioning her out, I stood back from the door to give her room. As she stood up out of the car, I trapped her between the door and my body, where no one could see.
"Turn around and put your hands on the roof of the car. Do it now, bitch!"
she seemed taken aback by the sudden change in my personality, and stood there motionless for a moment. Taking hold of her elbow, I spun her around and repeated my instruction. Slowly, hesitantly, she put her hands on the roof of the car.
"Spread your feet apart some."
I helped her by kicking the inside of her feet apart a little, not hard, just enough to make her move her feet. When she was spread legged I grabbed the bottom of her skirt and pulled it up, exposing her panties. I pressed myself against her, feeling the warmth of her ass against my pants, and grabbed a handful of her hair. she gasped with the sudden shock and pain.
Releasing her hair, I placed both hands on the hip of her panties and with a minimal effort, ripped them down the side. she gasped at the sudden violence of the act, and her cheeks reddened. I repeated my action on the other side, then grabbed the waistline of the panties at the back and slowly pulled them off of her, dragging the fabric between her legs. The vibrator fell out and hit the pavement, and I bent over and picked it up, balling up her panties in my hand as I did so. I could feel the moisture in the cloth, so I knew that on some level, she was aroused by this treatment.
Placing the panties in my pocket for later use, I then pulled her skirt back down and told her to arrange it. she wouldn't meet my eyes, and her face was still red. I almost stopped and asked her if she was alright, but I knew in my heart that if she was truly in distress, she would let me know. At least, I hoped she would. she had proven in the past that she was willing to do much to please me, and I wondered if sometimes I asked too much of her.
Leaning into the car, I reached behind the seat and grabbed my bag. Opening it, I tossed the vibrator in amongst the rest of the contents. Looking at her once more, I saw she was put together, but still disheveled. I put my hand gently on her back, just light pressure to let her know that I was waiting on her. she shivered at my touch, but didn't pull away. I had a feeling she was just trying to sort herself out some.
"Let's go", I told her.
We walked together towards the door to the club. Once again, she took my hand in hers and squeezed it tight, her trepidation from a few moments earlier seemingly gone. she was quiet though, turned somewhat inwards in her thoughts.
As we approached the doors of the non-descript building, I held the door open for her. There were two ladies inside at a table with a file between them. They smiled as we walked up and asked for a membership card. I presented mine and they looked me up in the file to verify that everything was in order.
Handing me back my card, they told us to have a good evening. Walking through the interior doors, we ended up in the actual club itself. A huge, dimly lit, open space, ringed by small booths and tables. There were other couples in the club, but generally, once you were there, you tended not to intrude on other people's privacy. I grabbed mia's elbow and guided her to a table towards the middle of one wall, where one could see the entirety of the play floor without much trouble.
mia's eyes drank in the sights and sounds of the club. A Dom had his sub on the spanking bench and was enthusiastically applying a flogger to her back while she writhed with each blow. On the Saint Andrew's Cross, a male sub counted off strokes while his Domme spanked him with a hairbrush, each<b> stroke </font></b>creating a sharp crack of wood on skin. At other tables, Doms and subs were sitting, some dressed for play, others dressed in normal street clothes, just like mia and I. At one table, a sub sat on the floor, near her Master's knees, a collar around her neck and a leash, which was in his hand.
The club served alcohol, but having already had a drink at the strip club, I didn't want another. I ordered 2 Cokes for us, and we sat sipping them as we watched the activities around us.
"So...mia...we need to talk about earlier today."
her head whipped around toward me and her eyes dropped away from mine almost as soon as they met my gaze. she apparently had been hoping that this topic wouldn't come up, at least not tonight, for she knew I had a long memory and I wouldn't put the subject off forever. her face burned red again, and I knew she was thinking about what she had already been through tonight, as well as the way I had taken her panties and bra already.
"I told you earlier that I was sorry for my treatment of you this week, and I meant it. However, the rule is that you have to ask for permission to play with yourself, and you know that. I will not take any rule breaking from you. Daddies sometimes have to do things to make sure their babygirl knows who is in charge. So, tonight, you will be punished here in front of everyone."
she looked around at the other people in the club, and then back at me with pleading eyes. I knew she would be embarrassed to be punished in front of people, but she had broken the rules. To her credit, she knew better than to argue with me. her gaze slipped to the floor and she nodded meekly.
"Here's what we are going to do. you are going to go around to each table, kneel on the floor, and ask for permission to address the person in charge. When you receive permission, you will tell them that you broke your Daddy's rules this afternoon, and you are to be punished. Ask them to please come watch you be spanked on the Saint Andrew's Cross when they see you on it. Do you understand?"
There was a look of horror mixed with excitement in her eyes. she was shy and this would be hard for her to do...asking her to speak to people she didn't know. she was also embarrassed about being punished. There was excitement though at following my orders and pleasing me by doing so.
"Do...do i have to tell them how i broke Your rules?", she asked in a horrified whisper.
"Hmm...you forgot Sir, or Daddy, but I'll let it slide this time, since you are already going to be punished. No, I will allow you to keep that to yourself."
her eyes flared with relief.
"However, if another Dom asks you, you must tell him the reason. Do you understand, mia?"
This time she nodded. I pointed and sent her on her way. she walked away from the table and towards the nearest table with people at it. Then she stopped and turned to look at me. her face was red and I could see she was in distress. I raised an eyebrow and pointedly looked at the next table. she pouted at me. I motioned her back.
"you will not be able to get out of this by looking cute, brat. I will go with you to the first table. Will that help?"
she nodded, looking immensely relieved. I left the bag at our table so people would know it was occupied. Then, taking her by the shoulder, I steered her to the table closest to us. As we approached, the couple sitting there looked up.
"Sorry to disturb you folks, my babygirl has something to say. May she have permission to tell you?"
The Dom sitting at the table grinned at his sub, then looked back at me and nodded.
"Go ahead, mia."
she drew in a breath and began to speak, but I interrupted her.
"Forgetting something, aren't you?"
A dawning look of comprehension crossed her face after a moment, and she quickly knelt before the couple.
"Better. Continue", I instructed her.
"i am sorry to disturb you. i was a bad girl this afternoon and broke His...i mean my Daddy's rule. i am going to be punished on the Saint Andrews Cross and would like You to come watch."
The sub looked at her Dom and asked, "Please can we stay and watch, Sir?"
He thought about it for a moment, checked his watch, and told her, "Yes, but it needs to be soon, or we will be running late."
I assured him that as soon as the cross was free, I would be putting her on it.
Walking away from them, I told mia, "See? Not too hard. Now go to the next table. I'll go with you, but I am not talking this time."
she walked to the next table, went to her knees, and timidly asked, "May i...may i speak to the person in charge?"
There were 2 women at this table, and they looked at her. One of them said, "Our Master isn't here tonight. He's away on business, but said we could come and have a night out. Neither of us is in charge."
she looked back at me for instruction, and I merely nodded my head back at the two women. she repeated her statement, and the two women looked at me. I raised my eyebrow at them and they told her they would come and watch.
"Now, continue your task. I am going back to the table."
I watched her progress around the room, keeping a close eye on her to make sure she didn't get into trouble. I also monitored the Saint Andrews Cross, waiting for it to be free for me to use. As luck would have it, as she was walking back across the club to me, the couple using it finished up. The Domme put handed her sub a towel and he began to wipe the cross down. She crossed the floor to a table and sat waiting. he eventually finished his cleaning of the cross and I stood, grabbed my bag, and walked over to the spot. There was a light focused on the cross so everyone could see what was going on. I motioned her over to me. She came over, and stood with her hands held down in front of her, crossed and looking down at the ground.
I took my leather cuffs out of the bag and took one of her wrists. Placing the cuff on her wrist, I tightened it in place and then did the other. I reached down to her shirt and pulled it up, her arms automatically went up over her head to allow me to pull it off, and then crossed over her chest self-consciously. Then I began to tug her skirt down past her hips, until I worked it off far enough that it fell to the ground. I took the ankle cuffs from the bag and took a knee next to her, placing the cuffs around her ankles.
I led to the cross had her lie down against it, face down. I took one of her cuffs and raised it up to the clip on one arm of the cross, fastening it, then did the same with the other. I repeated my actions with her ankles. Now she was restrained against the cross and unable to move, except to arch her back or move her head.
I reached back into the bag, and pulled out a small black blindfold, and slipped it over mia's eyes.
Leaning in close to her, I whispered, "you know why you earned this punishment. Relax, take it like a good girl and it will be over soon enough. Do you understand?"
she nodded and whispered, "Yes, Sir."
Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the torn panties. They were still damp from her earlier excitement. I balled them up and then told her, "Open your mouth."
she opened her mouth, obediently. Had she known what I intended to do, she may have resisted. I took the balled up panties and stuffed them in her mouth. she didn't register for a moment what was in her mouth, then must have tasted herself on the cloth. I saw her mouth start to work as she tried to spit the gag out.
"Don't", I ordered her.
she froze and stopped moving her mouth. Walking over to the bag, I pulled out my long, leather "Ouch!" slapper, which would leave the word "Ouch" on her skin in red because of the way the slapper was designed. It wasn't too heavy, but it had a good sting to it. Returning to the cross, I stood to one side of her, running the cool leather up the inside of her thigh, all the way to her clit. then back down the other leg.
I drew back and then swung the slapper forward, not too hard though. It contacted her ass with a light crack. Since she couldn't see me swinging, the unexpected sting made her grunt and push her pubis against the cross, tightening her body. Almost immediately, you could see the red letters starting to form on her white ass cheek. While she was still tightened up from the first smack, I swung again, landing this time on her other ass cheek. This one had hurt more because she was tensed up. This time the gasp from her was more audible. Both ass cheeks now said "Ouch" in bright red letters. I began to spank her down her legs, first one, then the other, from ass cheek to knee. Sometimes I would vary the rhythm and hit two or three times on one leg before switching to the other one. Pretty soon, both legs were covered in the word "Ouch".
I had a light sheen of sweat on my forehead, and touching her back she was also heated up. Putting the slapper back in the bag, I pulled out my flogger. This red and black beauty was made for impact play. Not stingy, but definitely meant to be felt. I swung it gently, letting the falls sort themselves out. Then, I swung it lightly upwards between her legs, letting the falls brush heavily against her clit.
I heard a muffled, "Fuck!" from her mouth. I did it again, and watched her writhe for me. Then, measuring myself off at arm's length, I swatted her with the flogger, harder than with the slapper. The impact made a satisfying thud against her back, and she grunted. I worked her over with the flogger for a bit longer, then put the flogger away. Her back was red, but her ass was flaming red! I smiled to myself.
I turned to the bag one more time and pulled out my leather belt. I cracked it and it made a nice popping noise. she stiffened at the sound and a small noise came from her mouth. I reached up and released her arms then her legs from the cross, then pulled the chair that was close to the cross over. I sat down on it and then brought her down, laying her across my knee.
I ran my hand across her back and down her ass cheeks, both were very warm to the touch. I could feel her trembling on my lap. she was almost at the breaking point, and I didn't want her to go there in public. I would have to keep this last stage of punishment short. Pulling my hand back, I gave her ass a quick series of swats with the leather belt. she yelped each time the leather contacted her ass, and after 5 swats, I stopped.
I began to stand up, so she rolled off of me unsteadily. I helped her to her feet, and pulled the blindfold off. There were definitely tears in her eyes, but she hadn't cried out or shed them.
I pulled her close and whispered, "Good girl. you took that very well. I am sorry we had to do that, but you learned you lesson, right?"
she nodded at me and whispered, "Yes, Daddy."
her voice was trembling, as was her body. I pulled her to the chair and sat her down, then turned and pulled a small, light blanket out of the bag, and draped it over her.
"you sit there, and I'll get cleaned up. Then we can go home, babygirl. If you want, you can go get dressed while I clean up."
she nodded at me and I turned to clean the cross and pick up our mess. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her bend over and pick up her clothes, and pad away softly to the bathroom. By the time she returned, I was back at our table, sipping my cold Coke. she didn't make eye contact with anyone on the way back to the table, and when she sat, it was rather gingerly.
I motioned for her to scoot closer to me, and taking some of the cold condensation from the outside of my glass, I stuck my hand up the back of her shirt, rubbing the cool moisture across her warm skin.
Leaning my head against hers, I said, "you're a good girl, and I treasure you. Let's go home."
she sank against me and nodded, relieved. I gathered up our belongings and nodded at the people around us, then held my hand out for her. she took my hand and I pulled her up. she seemed diminished, smaller somehow than when we had started the night. I pulled her against my side, gently and we walked, with me supporting her, out the door and into the cool, night air...
-To Be Continued-


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