Dungeon Building by Melinda Barron

When she spread her cheeks, Evelyn could see the plastic base of a butt plug. It moved slightly, and Evelyn remembered that Tucker had said it was a vibrating one.
    Tucker slapped the woman’s ass. “Get your ass in the barn and wait for us.”
    “Yes, Master T.” The woman stood and started to walk.
    Evelyn couldn’t help but stare after her.
    “I can see the gears in her brain working,” Tucker said. “Her journalistic training is churning out a thousand questions. Who are they? Where are they from? What does he do out here? How does he find the women who visit?”
    “That’s exactly what I was thinking,” Evelyn said. She glanced at Logan, who glared at her. She’d just spoken, when he’d told her to be silent. “Forgive me,” she whispered. She got no answer.
    Slut two was back, offering her master a brown braided leather leash.
    “It can be used as a whip or as a leash,” Tucker said as he took it from the woman. He handed it to Logan. “My sluts make them for me to pay for their room and board while they’re here. Three strips of treated leather braided together. It has a nice bite.”
    Evelyn watched Logan examine the lead. It had a metal clasp on the end, but everything else was leather, including the loop for a Master’s hand to pass through.
    “May I test it?”
    “Of course.” Tucker pointed to a sawhorse. “Be my guest, and if you like it, it’s yours as a bonus to thank you for the amount of money you’ve already spent. If you don’t like it, I have lots of others you can try out.”
    “Inky, get over there, bare your ass, and bend over.”
    Determined not to be outdone by the other two women, and to try and repair the damage she’d done by speaking, Evelyn hurried to follow Logan’s commands. It took her a few minutes to get her pants down, since her hands were cuffed in front of her. No one said anything until she was in the position Logan had described.
    It was hard not to turn around and see what was happening behind her. She could hear low voices, and she imagined the two men discussing whatever it was Tucker had made for Logan.
    She waited. And waited. And waited, and then, Logan was beside her. His large hand was in front of her face. He’d tucked the metal clasp between his thumb and palm. Now he wrapped the leather around his hand, leaving the loop side free.
    “This is for talking without permission,” he said. “Do not cry out. Do not beg me to stop. Do not beg me to continue. You’ll take what I give you and be silent about it.”
    Evelyn nodded. She wasn’t exactly sure what her reaction was going to be, since she hadn’t been whipped in so long. But surely Logan wouldn’t give her a full whipping out here, with an audience, would he? Time would tell, and so would her ass. He was rubbing her butt cheeks now, which were a little chilled in the mountain air.
    He pinched one side, then the other. After that he delivered five swats with his hand on each side. Evelyn’s hands clenched into fists as the desire inside her built.
    She wanted it, now. One, two more swats with the hand, and then there was the swishing sound of leather flying through the air. It landed on her ass with a loud crack. She swallowed her cry as another one landed.
    Her clit twitched as he gave her another smack, and another. The braided leather bit into her skin, the pain the most delicious thing she’d felt in ages. Evelyn counted fifteen strikes from the leather before they stopped, and then they started again, harder this time.
    It was difficult to remain silent. She jiggled on the balls of her feet as Logan struck her ass fifteen more times. Her pussy ached for attention, as did her nipples. She wanted to plead with him to stop, to let her come, to give her more. She really wasn’t sure what direction she was headed; as long as it led to an orgasm, she would be thrilled.
    “Leaves some very beautiful stripes,” he said.
    “Glad you like it,” Tucker answered. Evelyn had almost