Page 103 of Bridesmaid By Chance
Easily the most uncomfortable situation I’ve ever been in, and yet, there’s Sloane, fucking thriving, asking questions, getting into the spirit of the classroom.
“Would you mind if I touched him there?” Madame Lori asks.
“I mind,” I nearly yelp. “I mind if you touch me.”
“Silence,” Madame Lori says. “That is not your choice to make. You gave yourself over to your Dom. Best you remember that.”
I swear on my left nut if Sloane allows Madame Lori to touch me, I will hand her divorce papers today and ask for my money back because this is not the bride I purchased.
“Actually, I think I want to be the only one touching him,” Sloane says, finally making some good choices.
“I respect that. Can I guide your hand, then?”
“Of course,” Sloane says.
What? There should be no guiding. Also, guiding where?
“If you want to avoid him ejaculating so quickly and taking the fun out of a session, have you tried rubbing down his crack?”
“I haven’t,” Sloane says.
“Well, it’s a great way to tease but not tease him where he’s more sensitive. Place your hand on his tailbone.”
Sloane, don’t do it.
Don’t fucking do it.
Her hand lands on my tailbone.
Yup, she’s doing it.
And I’m regretting not wearing jeans right now, because these chino shorts are not the thickest material.
“With your middle finger, slowly slide it down his crack.”
I clench and hold my breath, not wanting to be turned on?—
Smack.
“Mother…fucker,” I yell as the riding crop hits me in the ass.
I learned about two hours ago, when I asked whether the spanking was allowed, that I signed off on it when I registered for the class. I chastised myself for not reading the fine print.
“Unclench,” Madame Lori snaps at me.
Breathing heavily, I unclench my ass and wonder what the other students are doing. I hear a little bit of moaning in the background, but my ears are ringing from the onslaught of emotions and feelings pushing through me.
“That’s my good boy,” Sloane says as she reaches around and squeezes my nipple. “Squeezing his nipple is like giving a dog a treat for a job well done.”
“My sub loves when I play with his nipples,” Madame Lori says.
Seriously, when I get out of this classroom, I’m going to have a really long conversation with Sloane.
“Okay, now slide your hand down his crack, but stop right before you reach his balls.”
Sloane slides her hand down my shorts, and I stare at my hands holding me up, attempting not to feel anything. Just a normal day on the job, nothing to worry about here. Just working with my assistant, learning things that won’t apply to us in the future, but gaining life experience.
Yup, that’s it.
