Crave by Erzabet Bishop Page A

skin.
    “You realize that’s a good way to get a spanking.”
    Linnet jumped, letting the corset fall to the ground, as she yelped, “Oh my God.” Covering her arms over her chest, tears bit at the back of her eyelids. “Please don’t fire me.”
    Laura narrowed her eyes. “Well, that just depends, now doesn’t it?” She pointed at the floor. “Pick it up.”
    Linnet bent down, shaking, and lovingly retrieved the shimmering blue corset from where it had landed. Her nipples hardened into tiny nubs of desire, and gooseflesh sprung across her skin.
    “I want you to bend over and put that ass out where I can see it.” Laura vanished from the changing room momentarily and returned with a wooden paddle. “Do you understand what this is?”
    Looking back at her from the mirror, Linnet nodded. “Yes, Ma’am.”
    “Good. Now, I think I reserve the right to give you a good spanking, don’t you?”
    “You aren’t going to call the police?” Linnet stammered.
    Laura paused. “No. You didn’t walk out the door now, did you? But you have earned five swats. Take it like the good girl I think you are, and I may just reward you after all.”
    Linnet nodded, relieved, and braced herself. “Yes.”
    “Yes, what?”
    “Yes, Mistress.”
    “Excellent. I recognized you had potential, brat or not.” Laura raised her hand and let the paddle fly, connecting with Linnet’s ass. She alternated from cheek to cheek, Linnet wincing and yelping as each blow landed. She let out a sob when the last one connected with her sensitive and reddened flesh.
    “Now, that’s my girl.” Laura rubbed the heat deeper in with every brush of her palm. “Such a lovely ass. Nice and pink.” Laura laid the paddle down and let her hands roam along Linnet’s curves. “Are you sorry?”
    “Yes, Mistress.”
    “Good.”
    Laura stepped behind Linnet and ran her hand beneath her, tracing the edge of her mound with the tips of her fingers. “Do you think I should reward such a naughty girl for trying on corsets without me?”
    “Oh, yes, Mistress. Please.” Linnet moaned as Laura slipped her fingers inside her sopping pussy.
    “So do I, pet. So do I.”
     
     
    God. Just thinking about her first Mistress really brought her into the present. Mistress Laura had been her inspiration and, in part, her salvation. Her stealing that corset, for just a few hours, had led her here and into the arms of Master Gage. She still saw her former Mistress from time to time leading a young man or woman around by the collar.
    The main floor was comprised of the bar where she stood and branched out into small private seating areas perfect for an intimate drink and quiet conversation. The rest of the cavernous space was divided up into themes. A spanking bench rested in one corner with a wall laden with enough implements to keep a girl fantasizing for weeks. Currently Christine, one of the regulars, was stretched over the bench while her Domme, Rachel, administered a paddle.
    In another part of the space was a wax play area. Candles flickered in the muted lighting, and a woman Linnet didn’t recognize was laid out across the table as a Dom poured hot wax over her naked flesh. She had never tried that one before, and the idea of it made her shiver. But still, the look of rapture on the woman’s face was something to consider.
    Her gaze slipped toward the open St. Andrew’s cross and the public exhibition being performed, then down the hallway toward the themed suites. Those held a fascination for her. The club had just had them installed, and she was longing to try out each and every one of them. Medical play, Victorian, a playroom for age play, and a training area for pony play. The place was a submissive’s dream and, to top it off, she had Master Gage.
    It had been a rough week, and her exams were finally done, freeing up more of her time to devote to Master Gage. Just the thought of her dark haired, muscular Dom sent shivers down her spine. The good