The Prize by International Bestselling Author Ashe Barker

Chapter 6: Vivant

"I take it you're still up for something pretty intense then?"

"Intense? Yes, Sir. I, I think so..."

"And, of course, there's always the matter of your caning." This from Greg, who is holding out the bottle of water to me again. "Here, have another drink."

I accept the bottle, this time holding it myself. The cool water is welcome, soothing my dry mouth and throat, and the action of drinking affords me a few moments to think. I could cry off now and they wouldn't insist on administering the caning, but I'd also miss out on the double fucking. I make up my mind.

"Yes, Sir. I know I have a punishment coming."

"You do. First though, would you like to see the rest of the club?"

I nod, eager. I'm a member here now, however briefly since I really can't see my secretary's salary running to the five-figure annual membership fee once my free month is over, but I intend to make the best use I can of my prize.

"Okay. Are you able to stand up on your own yet?" Greg tips my chin up with his fingers and I meet his gaze again. This is the first time I've really seen his features, and in contrast to his companion he is devastatingly handsome, quite stunning in fact. His emerald eyes are his most prominent feature, but his slightly long ash-blond hair comes a close second. His smile is warmer than Mark's, his entire demeanor less intimidating. I know better though, both men were equally adept with their paddles.

"I think so." I slide from his lap and manage to stand on my own feet, though my knees are still decidedly wobbly.

Mark steps forward to take hold of my elbow. "Steady. Perhaps you should lose the heels."

"I... oh." I am surprised when Mark crouches before me to unfasten the straps holding my shoes in place. He slips them from my feet, giving each of my feet a quick rub as he does so. He stands, my gorgeous bright red stilettos dangling from his fingers. "We'll ask Pemberton to put these with your other stuff, shall we?"

"Yes, thank you, Sir." I wriggle my newly liberated toes and straighten my skirt. The latex barely covers my arse, but it will have to do. My discarded underwear is nowhere in sight and I opt not to request my thong back. It would only get in the way, after all. "I think I can manage now."

Mark merely nods and steps over to the door leading back out into the ante room. It's Greg who takes my hand and leads me after him.

The tiled hallway is deserted as we pass through it toward the carpeted staircase. The men's footsteps echo, but my stockinged feet are silent. I feel much smaller now, sandwiched between them as we ascend the stairs. My heels gave me an extra four or five inches, without them both Doms are a good head taller than I am.

"We have a number of private suites downstairs, several of them themed. You know the sort of thing – schoolroom, medical, nursery, whatever members want really. They're in use just now so we can't show you all of those this evening." Greg offers the information as we reach the upper landing. "This floor is where most of the public stuff goes on, though we do have a basement dungeon too. That's smaller than the first floor one, and caters much more to impact and pain play. And punishment, of course." He leans in to murmur in my ear. "That's where you'll receive your caning, Jessie."

I swallow hard and clench my seriously tender buttocks. "Will... will it be in public?" I manage.

"Yes. Here at Vivant, punishments are always administered publicly, unless the Dom specifically chooses not to. We find it adds a certain – intensity – to the proceedings, whilst also ensuring the submissive's physical well-being."

"You mean, because people are watching...?"

Mark turns to face me. "Exactly. Pemberton is always present and he will step in if he has to."

I draw some shred of comfort from that. "How many strokes am I to receive?"

The Doms look at one another, and it is Greg who replies. "For one stolen orgasm, and given we don't know you very well... yet? I should think three will be plenty. Mark?"

Mark's expression has taken on his customary stern look. "Fair enough. Of course, if you repeat the offense more will be added, and the evening is still relatively young."

I nod. Three isn't a lot, not really, though a public caning will be a new experience for me. The notion of being punished before an audience of strangers is daunting, but exhilarating too. My pussy is already moistening again in perverse anticipation of the humiliation to come.

Mark stops at an imposing set of double doors. "Our main playroom. This is where members tend to congregate and most play happens. It ls also the room we use for events such as auctions or demonstrations. We like to think we have equipment and toys to cater to pretty much every taste. Clothing is optional, though submissives are usually naked or topless. Your choice, Jessie."

"Oh, I... I'd prefer to keep my clothes on for now. Is that all right?"

"Perfectly fine." Mark opens the door and gestures me through.