Uncommon Places, Book 3 in Autumn Club Series

Chapter 13

Damien sauntered into the parlor with a small piece of paper between his fingers held near his head flicking it. "Got it!" He sang to Bea as he entered. "We got it!"

"What's that?" Bea asked, raising her head from some needle point she had been working on.

"An invitation to the Black Mask event this Friday evening," he said as he sat beside her. "There is even a theme."

"A sex club is having a fancy dress party? Costumes?" Beatrix laughed at the idea.

"Oh yes. Role play seems to be a favorite among the depraved," Thomas added as he walked in the room. "What is the theme I heard you going on about?"

"Heaven and Hell. The top floor will be heaven, the basement is hell," Damien explained. "The floors between are the games of God and the devil. Will the priest be spanked by a demon in hell? Or rise to heaven where he pampers the naughty demon?"

They all giggled at the absurdity of it all. "Shall I be an angel or a nun?" Bea asked. "Clearly I'm not from hell like you two."

"With the way you vex me..." Damien started.

"Very true, baby girl. You are definitely Devine," Thomas interrupted Damien's remark. "Careful Damien, your sharp tongue may slit your own throat."

"True. I like the idea of us going as Eve, Adam - that's you Tommy - and me - the serpent in the garden," Damien suggested. The idea of playing out the original sin was inspired.

"Damien! That is brilliant!" Bea said looping her arms around his neck. "Daddy and I can wear leaves in our private areas. And you can..."

"I may wear my hair back, but don't even think about a costume for me, pet," Damien interrupted her scheming. "I have a green suit, too."

Beatrix imagined Damien in face paint and fangs, and the thought made her giggle. "You are right. I couldn't take you seriously with a costume. And I do want to take you seriously, master."

"Oh my! Seems our girl is getting a little excited for the weekend," Thomas noted as she rubbed herself against Damien. "This will truly be a wicked introduction to this world. I hope you both can handle the repercussions."

"What are you rattling on about, Tommy?" Damien peered up from where his gaze landed on Beatrix's cleavage.

"Repercussions. How this puts us out in the open ..."

"But we will be masked..."

"Do you truly think people will not recognize us, Damien? I am very involved in the House of Lords. Beatrix is a beauty without comparison. And you have a scar and build that any trained eye could recognize from the brothels."

"Brothels?" Beatrix pouted. "You frequented them so much that..."

"Horse shit! Thomas, why would you say such a thing?! I visited just as much as you..."

"Damien, not my point. You are a good looking man with very distinct features," Thomas said gesturing to his scarred face. "Anyone would notice and feel threatened."

"Threatened?" Damien asked.

"Yes, that you would take all the...best...girls," Thomas tried to speak diplomatically as he glanced quickly at Beatrix.

"You didn't seem to mind," Damien said with a bit of hurt in his voice.

"I most assuredly didn't mind. And that isn't my point. The fact of the matter is that we will not remain in the shadows. We need to be prepared to have our lifestyle known - at least in this circle. We will see these people in the real world, too. It is inevitable," Thomas explained.

"Are you saying you don't want to do it, daddy?" Beatrix asked. She didn't want him to be uncomfortable and she knew Damien wouldn't ask.

"I want to do it more than you can imagine. I just wanted you to be mindful. Don't worry about me, my sweet girl. It's my job to worry about you," Thomas said as he took her hand in his and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you, daddy," Beatrix said looking at her husband with adoring eyes.

"Oh stop it now! Tommy, for trying to bring down my mood, take off your breeches and bend over that chair!" Damien barked, annoyed at Thomas's reality check and Bea's appreciation. "I won't have you ruin this, Tommy."

"Yes, sir," Thomas said as he fumbled with his pants. The buttons were challenging to him as his excitement went into overdrive.

Thomas went to the chair that Damien had signaled, and bent over so that his hands held onto the armrests. His bottom was on display to the room. Beatrix could still see some red from his last punishment. It seemed as though Thomas enjoyed the spankings more than she thought he might given his nature with her. The men referred to him as a switch.

Damien had recently found a birch tree on the property while exploring the grounds. He brought home a bundle of the twigs in order to give Thomas a birching. He wasn't daring enough to try such methods on Beatrix...yet.

Damien gathered the birch twigs from where he kept them in the corner. Since this was the first time using the birch flogger on Thomas, he gave him a safe word - "red" - that would end the birching immediately. The word "yellow" would mean that he it was borderline too intense and they Damien should ratchet it back. Although Damien scoffed at the idea, he needed Thomas to trust he would listen and respond approximately.

Trust was something they all needed - not only during these experiences, but at all times. Especially when events like the upcoming Black Mask party would challenge the partners immensely.

Damien reminded Thomas of the safe words, then began the spanks. He made sure to remind Thomas of his infraction periodically to ensure Thomas knew that the session was not arbitrary or for his pleasure.

After about five swats, Thomas's bottom showed signs of the birching. After ten, the blood was rising to show a bruise. And at fifteen, Damien felt the punishment suited the crime and stopped.

Bea rushed over to Thomas's side. She cooed and whispered how proud she was of him. She lightly stroked his bottom and insured there was no broken skin. Bea tended to administer the aftercare that Thomas required. She knew she could never hurt either man. But she understood why Thomas needed it.

Damien walked closer to the chair where Thomas now rested the top half of his body, his knees still on the hard floor. "I'm proud of you, Tommy. You did well."

The small amount of praise from the man that ruled his world was everything to Thomas. His chest puffed and a wide grin took over his face. "Thank you, sir."

"Now let's take this upstairs, my appetite is whet for some more carnal delights," Damien chuckled at his overly formal word choice. "I also would like you both to begin to call me 'my lord.' I think everyone is becoming a little too complacent in their honorifics."