WARNING! As implied by the title of this piece, the central character, Tee, does indeed get restrained and properly punished. Contains impact play, purely consensual. All characters are fictional – although I do make a cameo appearance 🙂
The Invitation
Tee looked around at the others sitting in the circle with them, still not quite believing they were here. It had all happened so fast. The bottle spun around between them, slowing down, and they wondered if the other three were holding their breath too.
The invitation had been an unexpected mistake. They’d giggled when they’d seen it, their eyes meeting Essy’s with a wicked glint. They tapped out, “I was thinking you’d make some photos, but if you insist …”
Lightning quick, a reply came back, “might as well make a party out of it.”
They looked over at Essy again.
“Nah, she doesn’t mean it, Tee,” Essy said, right before the address had popped up on Tee’s phone, and their heart skipped a beat. With wide eyes, they passed their mobile to her.
“Oh,” Essy said then, with eyes glinting, and a grin on her face that’d thrilled them to the core, “we can be there inside an hour.”
The bottle was slowing, and when its top passed Tee, they let their breath out in a sigh, mostly relief, but stronger, a tiny painful spike of disappointment.
They glanced around at the downcast eyes of the others in the circle, wondering if they were anticipating their own escape. Opposite, Sundial flicked a glance and a grin their way, as the bottle spun past her and onward.
Tee looked down, disbelief washing through them as the bottle ticked its slow way past their neighbour. With creeping excited dread, they watched it come to a stop, the neck of it firmly pointing directly between their knees.
The Game
“Ooooohhh,” Tee breathed, looking around the room again.
Aside from the four of them sitting there in the centre of the room with the bottle between them, there were four others. Their host, and a couple of his friends, and of course, Essy.
She chose this moment to bend down, touching Tee’s cheek with affection. Familiar whispered words of encouragement filled their ear, along with the usual goosebumps and thrills her breath brought. But it was the last thing she whispered that froze them. A promise, so hot and dirty it set them on fire. Burning with horniness.
“Bring the bottle with you,” their host said. He beckoned and Tee grabbed the bottle and rose, feeling very self-aware in the outfit Essy’d helped them pick out less than an hour before.
Their arse was neatly packaged in a pair of tight, purple hotpants, clearly the star of the show. The rest of them encased in black. Black hold-ups stopping just short of the hotpants, and a tight black vest, leaving their arms exposed. And how those exposed arms played into Tee’s feelings of vulnerability.
The numbers one to four were arranged there on the table in a square, and a slight frown of confusion creased their brow.
Essy was handed a few cards. She looked through them, her eyes darkening, a smile forming on her lips as she considered her options.
Tee waited, bottle in hand, feeling all self-conscious and deliciously vulnerable.
Essy’s Chooses
Eventually, Essy looked at them with narrowed eyes a long moment, and Tee had this feeling of being alone with her. The room receded, and it felt like the space between them was pure elastic attraction. Oh, they knew that look, and suddenly their stomach was filled with butterflies and their groin with heat. The promise from earlier encasing them in waves of warmth.
Essy handed rejected game cards back to her host, and turned to Tee. With a flourish, she placed the first card next to the “one” on the table:
OTK spanking administered by your Dom, ten of the best
This wasn’t too bad, in fact it was bloody wonderful! Tee breathed a sigh of relief. Essy laid the next card next to the number “two”.
You will be restrained
Tee couldn’t keep the grin off their face, restrained, yes please! Essy was certainly making this easy for them. They felt absurdly grateful and sought her eyes.
She laid down the next card, and met theirs with an evil, knowing twist to her grin. With a sense of peril, their eyes flicked to the card laid next to the number “three”, and they read:
You will be bare-arsed
Bare-arsed in public? That wasn’t something they’d done before. Tee swallowed hard, staring at the card with heat flooding their cheeks.
Essy slapped the fourth card down.
All Doms present will take a turn
And oh my god, bare-arsed over the knee spanking from all four Doms!
Tee risked looking around, found the eyes of every single Dom in the room on them, appraising. And just like that, they were on fire, burning ten times hotter than before.
Spinning the Bottle
Tee looked back to Essy then, who’d seated her fully clothed and beautiful form in the centre of the otherwise empty sofa. She patted her lap, and uff, how well she knew them.
Tee didn’t need to be told what to do, they set the bottle down between the numbers, and with a gorgeous sense of fatalism they hadn’t felt in a long while, they set it spinning.
The game of chance would decide their fate.
“Three,” they thought, “please at least three.”
And of course they had luck, didn’t they? I’m writing this after all 😉
It stopped squarely pointing to four and Tee thrilled again, excited and scared all at once.
Burning with humiliation, and without having to be told, because of course Tee knows their place, they slipped their thumbs into the hotpants and pulled them slowly down, catching their breath with their nerves as they did.
Reacting to their own tease, they revealed themselves. Oh, so slowly. The smooth material of the shorts caressing their skin, followed by the coolness of the air kissing their genitalia. The tension in the room shifted, the silence around them deepened.
Tee slipped the shorts over their thighs and let go. The silky material whispered its way down over their stocking clad legs. Watching it fall, as though in slow motion, Tee accepted, sublimely owned their partial nudity.
They stepped neatly out of them. Then bending deeply, taking a little more time than strictly necessary; and knowing exactly how this presented them to the eyes of those appraising Doms, with a secret smile, they picked up the shorts, and handed them to Essy.
Bound and Punished!
“Turn around,” Essy said.
Tee turned and felt the supple rope sliding around their wrists. With a deftness born of practice, Essy bound them at the small of their back.
She took her time running the rope around their waist. With dextrous hands, she formed a hip harness; tight and teasing. Squeezing them in all the right places. Tee’s breath shuddered with knowledge – how greatly this would affect their spanking.
Essy turned them around and patted her lap agan. In the hushed anticipation of the room, Tee half fell clumsily across her knees.
Warm hands drew circles over their arse. Whispering strokes; slow, reassuring. A salve to their sensitive, tingling nerves.
And the elastic attraction between them was swelling and palpable again.
Oh god, mortification. In this room full of strangers Tee’s dicklet grew hard, throbbing against Essy’s thighs with their pulse.
Tee exhaled a breath they hadn’t realised they were holding. Essy took her cue. The first of her ten, and of the forty promised cracks resounded through, robbing the silence from the room.
Uuuh, lighting up their arse with delicious pain.
And as Tee passed under the hands of each of those Doms, their bare arse red and glowing, enjoying every second of this delicious humiliation; they remembered Essy’s whispered promise and could hardly contain their excitement.
A cuddle orgy after.
“And you, my treasure, will be everyone’s focus.”