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  Catherine and The Spanking Room

  Club Alegria #1

  Michele Zurlo and Nicoline Tiernan

  www.lostgoddesspublishing.com

  Hot Lunch titles are meant to be consumed whenever you can catch a half hour to indulge in something for yourself. Take a break. Go ahead—treat yourself.

  Club Alegria #1: Catherine and The Spanking Room

  Copyright © June 2014 by Michele Zurlo and Nicoline Tiernan

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  Warning: This e-book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language and may be considered offensive to some readers. It is not meant for underage readers.

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  Catherine and The Spanking Room (Club Alegria #1)

  Wearing a schoolgirl’s outfit had always appealed to Catherine’s kinky side, so when her best friend suggested she spend the evening at Club Alegria, Catherine leapt at the opportunity to dress up as her favorite sexual fantasy. After all, alegria meant “joy,” and she liked to do things that brought her joy. The plaid skirt was cut indecently high, revealing white lacy panties underneath, and she’d only buttoned three buttons on her white shirt, showing the curves of her ample breasts where her bra pushed them up. She arranged her hair into a ponytail, slipped into spiked heels, and went downtown to receive her punishment. She’d been a bad, bad girl.

  She spent some time on the dance floor, and her turn came quickly. Eddie, the Dom-in-training who was acting as an administrative assistant, gave Catherine a smirky grin as he called her name. “Master Carlos will see you now.”

  She sashayed into the office and plunked down onto a sturdy wooden chair. Crossing her legs, she made sure her skirt rode up high, giving him a prime view of her thigh and the edge of her lacy panties. She wasn’t one for knee socks, so nothing inhibited his view of her shapely legs. She folded her arms to plump her breasts and show that she didn’t care whether or not he was pleased with her behavior.

  He sat behind his desk, watching her intently, his expression unreadable. He had sexy eyes, unexpectedly blue against his Hispanic coloring, and his thick mane of dark hair made her fingers itch to run her fingers through. An assortment of paddles, canes, and whips hung on the wall behind him, giving the office a decidedly dungeon feel. At last he clasped his hands together and leaned forward. “Catherine, you’ve been caught masturbating in class again.”

  She lifted a shoulder and let it drop. “I can’t help it, Master Carlos. Every time I see you walking the halls, your muscles bulging out of your suit and your huge package front and center, just teasing me, I have to touch myself. It’s not my fault that everybody likes to watch.” The corner of his mouth twitched, and she took that as a good sign. She spread her legs and pushed the crotch of her panties over. “Would you like to watch?”

  He came around the desk. She thought he’d perch on the corner where he’d have a better view of her pussy, but he hauled her from the chair and pushed her down over the hard wooden desktop. “Lift your arms up and hold on to the edge. Your punishment is a thorough spanking. If you climax while I’m smacking your ass, you will be punished further.”

  Oh, now this was a deviation from the way they usually played the scene. It was almost impossible for Catherine not to have an orgasm from being spanked. The promise of more punishment made her pussy extra wet. “Please, Sir, don’t be so cruel!”

  He lifted her skirt and slid her panties down her thighs. They pooled around her ankles, trapping her feet in place. She felt his hand on her ass, caressing the skin he was about to abuse. “You do this on purpose, brat. I’m going to teach you a lesson this time, make you scream and beg. Get ready.”

  Master Carlos started with his hand. She lifted her ass to meet each blow, moaning in time to his smacks. Once she was warmed up, he grabbed a thin leather paddle. It whistled through the air, singing a sadistic lullaby. A cry escaped her as it made a stinging impact. Over and over, he peppered her ass and thighs. She wiggled, trying to escape the cruel, punishing blows.

  He paused and caressed the swollen areas of her skin. They weren’t welts yet, but he could—and would—leave her with a few. Reaching between her legs, he found her wet and ready. He pressed two fingers inside. She moaned and tried to take him deeper. “Catherine, if you cannot take your punishment with dignity, I have far worse in store for you.”

  “This is worse.” She sniffled dramatically. “You won’t let me come. I bet your big cock is hard, Master. I bet you want to fuck me right now. Go ahead. You know I won’t tell.”

  He chuckled evilly. “Oh, my brat, you’ve sassed me for the last time tonight.” He went after her ass again, paddling it harder and faster, foregoing any kind of rhythm. She shrieked as fiery fingers of pain spread across her backside. Then, before it could morph into something sweeter, he stopped.

  He opened a drawer near her head. From her perch, she could make out a variety of gags. He selected one that looked like a small, thick dildo. “Open up, brat. This will be a nice warm up for later.” She opened her mouth, allowing him to slide the silicone dick inside. He buckled the strap around her head. She tried to tell him that he’d get off on quieting her with his cock, but the gag was doing its job. Nothing but a few muffled sounds emerged.

  She expected he might use something harder next, like a cane or a switch, so she gasped in surprise when he twisted his fingers in her hair and hauled her up. Then he led her to where a canvas tarp covered something on the side of the room. He pulled the covering away, revealing another sturdy wooden chair. This one had a huge dildo attached to the seat. She eyed it worriedly, wondering where he expected it to go. The circumference would be uncomfortable in either hole, and the length equaled something no man had naturally. She tried to squirm out of his grasp, but he merely tightened his grip in her hair. The pulling stung, bringing tears to her eyes.

  “Bend over the chair. Spread your legs and brace yourself.”

  Thinking he only meant to make her stare at the huge silicone dick while he had his way with her, she calmed and followed his order. She felt his fingers at her back entrance, spreading cold lubricant on her sphincter and pushing his fingers inside to spread it there. If she hadn’t been gagged, she would have been egging him on, daring him to fuck her ass. As things stood, she was primed to explode. She wanted him to ride her hard, and taunting him would piss him off enough to get the job d
one.

  But when he finished, he lifted her again and turned her to face him. “You’ll sit here and think about how bad you’ve been.”

  She looked back at the dildo, and then she whipped her head back to stare at him with wide eyes. “Please, Master—It won’t fit!” Well, she tried to say that, but the only thing coming through the gag was a muffled protest.

  He smiled. “It will hurt, you naughty girl. Make no mistake about that. While you’re sitting here in this uncomfortable position, you’ll watch others take their punishments. When I decide you’ve learned your lesson, I’ll let you up so that you can demonstrate your contrition.”

  Catherine didn’t want to sit on the enormous dildo, but she trusted Carlos—Master Carlos, her Master—to the ends of the Earth. Gulping, she let him guide her down. He helped her balance so that she slid down slowly over the silicone giant poised to split her in half. The first nudge of the lubricated dildo at her back entrance sent a shock through her. When it breached her anus, she exhaled hard. He lowered her down, compounding the violation with each inch. Catherine loved having her ass fucked, but she’d never had anything this large inside her, and its only purpose was to teach her a lesson. She would be allowed no pleasure.

  By the time her stinging butt cheeks settled on the hard wood of the chair, she was whimpering through her gag at the way it managed to pinch and burn and open her wide. With her body weight pressing down, forcing it as deep as it could go, it was not comfortable. She breathed hard through her nose and sucked desperately at the phallic shape filling her mouth.

  Then he tied her arms down her sides, securing them to the back of the chair frame. Lastly, he swung two panels out near her legs. They forced her knees wide apart, and when he locked the panels in place, they assured she would remain spread open while the others came into the principal’s office for their punishments. He made a few adjustments, repositioning her left knee and pushing her skirt up to fully expose her naked bottom half. She watched him the whole time, wanting to run her fingers through his thick black hair and pepper kisses over his perpetually tanned skin. He was so wonderfully sadistic.

  “Beautiful,” he said. “I must share this with Eddie.” He peeked out the door and exchanged words with his mentee. Catherine couldn’t make out exactly what he said, but she didn’t really need to know.

  Eddie followed Master Carlos into the room, closing the door behind them. They stood in front of Catherine, studying her bondage. Eddie gestured to her pussy area. “She took all of it?”

  Master Carlos grinned. “I told you she would. What do you think?”

  “It’s stunning, as usual.” Eddie gestured to Catherine’s breasts. “But I think you forgot something.” He opened the three buttons on her blouse and unlatched the front snap on her white lace bra, exposing her breasts to their lust-filled gazes. “You get so wrapped up in displaying the cunt that you forget the tits.”

  Master Carlos nodded in agreement. “They’ll need to be flogged, of course. Bring in the next wayward student. I’ll deal with him while you turn these tits an attractive shade of red. I’ll want to hear her screams despite the gag.”

  Catherine sucked air through her nose. She tried to wiggle, to beg Master Carlos to reconsider, but the movement only served a painful reminder that she had something in her ass that was far too large for the space. She ended up whimpering. Eddie chuckled, and then he left the room to get the next bottom in need of punishment.

  Master Carlos caressed her cheek. “You’ll think twice the next time the urge strikes you to masturbate in class.”

  Yes, she would, but that most likely wouldn’t stop her from at least trying, especially if ‘class’ was meant to symbolize ‘shower.’ Eddie, in addition to being a Dom-in-training, was friend of theirs, and he often played a part in their public scenes. Catherine was a smart ass, and Eddie was a frequent participant in doling out her punishments. Over the past year, his skills had come quite far.

  The next appointment came in with his head bowed. He was big, towering above Master Carlos and Eddie, but his manner negated his stature. While Carlos talked to the man about his transgression and expected punishment, Eddie plucked a flogger with long, thin falls from the wall. Having experienced this one before, Catherine shivered in anticipation. Being struck with that thing would light a fire on her chest that would eclipse the one that lingered on her ass after Master Carlos’s spanking.

  “Tears,” Eddie said as he swished the flogger through the air in a few practice moves. “Nothing says you’re sorry like uncontrolled crying.”

  If anybody could take her there, Eddie could. He pushed her shirt and bra down her shoulders so they couldn’t slip and get in the way of his blows. Without preamble, talking, or a warm up, he started in on her breasts. Catherine had a generous endowment, and the way her arms were bound thrust her chest out, offering it for this service. She could take a lot, which was good, because Eddie wouldn’t stop until she was sobbing so hard she was choking on her snot, or until Master Carlos made him.

  Fire streaked across her girls, sending spikes of pain in all directions. It didn’t take long to make her scream, but her gag made them sound more like moans. Catherine appreciated the irony, as her screams were fake at this point—a bit of bratty behavior because she rarely stopped being a smartass while in a scene. Hell, in real life, she rarely stopped being a smartass.

  Sounds of spanking came from across the room. The man’s cries made Catherine’s seem small by comparison. She rolled her eyes. Men were such delicate creatures. Eddie must have taken her gesture as directed at him because he doubled the force he put behind each stroke. Tears didn’t burn behind her eyes for long because in no time, they spilled down her cheeks. She let her head fall against the back of the chair, and she surrendered to the sensation that was morphing from pain into a throbbing that had her pussy weeping, as if putting that sweet scent out there would entice someone to fuck her.

  When the flogging stopped, she opened her eyes to find Master Carlos standing over her. “You were right, Eddie. This is better.”

  Catherine lifted her head. Though her limbs were bound, she felt like she could float away. Carlos pushed the male he’d been spanking down to kneel between her legs.

  “Clean her up,” he commanded. Then he looked at Catherine. “No coming.”

  Catherine groaned. Oral sex almost always sent her over the edge. Carlos loved that she came so easily. The man licked her pussy with strong, sure strokes, which he alternated with closing his mouth around her clit for sloppy, sucking kisses. He moaned against her hot tissues and pressed his face closer, leaving no doubt that he considered this a reward. She tried to thrust her hips forward, but that only reminded her about the thick rod in her ass. Because she’d grown accustomed to the toy, this unauthorized move brought forth a fresh wave of desire, giving her more to struggle against.

  She sucked her gag and concentrated on her breathing, all the while watching Master Carlos and Eddie enjoy her predicament, their cheeks and necks ruddy with excitement. That made her fight against the need to climax more difficult.

  Before too long, Master Carlos ripped the man away from Catherine’s pussy. Eddie escorted the chastened and highly aroused man to the door while Master Carlos released the buckle on her gag. Catherine sucked oxygen, filling her lungs as she hungrily eyed the bulge in Master Carlos’s jeans.

  He chuckled when he realized where she was staring. “Oh, you think that’s for you, do you?”

  “You know you want me.” She tried to purr, but the taunt came out on a breathy whisper.

  Eddie rejoined Carlos. “There’s another bad girl out there awaiting punishment.”

  Carlos glanced at Eddie’s hard-on. “Let’s take care of ourselves first.”

  As if they’d practiced the move, both men unbuttoned and unzipped. They freed their cocks from the confines of their shorts. Catherine admired the long, thick, purple-headed dicks aimed in her direction. Though she knew it was futile, she made a b
egging noise, which they ignored. Carlos pumped his hand up and down his cock. Eddie did the same, giving himself a small twist every time he reached the sensitive crown. Their grunts of pure male pleasure filled the space. Carlos came first, shooting his semen all over her exposed, abused breasts. Eddie followed seconds later, his ejaculate mixing with Carlos’s.

  They tucked their dicks away and fixed their jeans. Carlos gestured toward the door. “Next victim.” Eddie left the room to bring the waiting woman. Catherine whimpered, and Carlos grinned at her predicament. “What’s wrong, brat? Can’t think of anything to say?”

  “That was a poor excuse for a hand job,” she said. “I can make your eyes roll back in your head.”

  The door opened. Carlos leaned close to her ear. He nipped at her lobe. “Oh, brat. You are precious. After this next punishment, you’ll be begging for it.”

  She was dangerously close to all-out begging right now, but neither she nor Carlos would be truly satisfied unless it was heartfelt and desperate. With one finger, he smeared the semen over her chest, swirling it around her nipples and coating her breasts. Then he abandoned her.

  The next woman came with her “teacher”—her Master who wanted to watch the punishment. The two Masters had a whispered conversation before the man took his place next to his sub. Carlos looked to the man. “Well, what’s this one done?”

  “She was insubordinate.” He scowled at his subbie.

  The accusation covered a broad range of behaviors, though there didn’t need to be a triggering event. The Spanking Room was open to anybody and everybody who wanted to be spanked. Catherine got more out of Carlos because he was her actual Master. On the plus side, she was allowed to visit him at work whenever she wanted.

  Carlos had her bend over his lap where he proceeded to spank her with two different leather implements until her Master held up his hand for Carlos to stop. When he let her up, she dropped to her knees in front of her Master and apologized. He caressed her hair and the side of her face. “Thank Master Carlos for teaching you a lesson.”