The Marine's Pet by Loki Renard Page A

my,” Anastasia said. “He really did spank you, didn’t he.”
    This was not how Sarah had anticipated the night going. Naked with Austin, yes. Naked with Austin and a judge and his wife… not so much.
    Why was she allowing this? Austin ran his hand over her bottom lightly and she remembered. Because of him. Because of the thrill she felt whenever he took control and led her to places she had never imagined, like this elegant basement in the middle of suburbia where well-heeled people played out fantasies behind closed doors.
    Austin’s fingers were tracing over her cheeks, soft possessive passes over reddened skin. Sarah could feel the eyes of the little group upon her. She wondered what they were thinking. Anastasia seemed to be admiring the color of her bottom, but what thoughts was the good judge entertaining?
    She could faintly hear footfalls upstairs, reminding her that the gathering was still in session.
    Austin’s hand landed against her bottom in a firm, unexpected swat that made her squeak and rise onto her toes, pulling at the restraints. There was nowhere to go. They held entirely firm as Austin plied his palm against her bottom, reigniting the earlier heat.
    “She takes it well.”
    That was Robert’s voice. The judge was in session.
    “That’s because she likes it.” Anastasia was playful. “Because Austin is holding back.”
    “Quiet in the cheap seats!” Sarah threw the words over her shoulder. They earned her a harder slap.
    “Quiet, my pet,” Austin said. “You’re supposed to be displaying your obedience…”
    “…or lack thereof,” Anastasia giggled from behind. She really was an awful tease. Sarah turned her head as far as she could and stuck her tongue out at the beautiful blonde. Anastasia made the gesture right back, which resulted in her own backside being swatted.
    “You know what,” Robert said with a hard look at his wife. “I think you should let Sarah out of those restraints and I think I should put this one in them.”
    Anastasia beamed at the prospect, clearly relishing the idea. Austin loosened the wrist straps and let her hands slide out. She was swept into his arms and taken to the side while Robert unzipped Anastasia’s dress. She had not been wearing anything under it. Her sybaritic body came into view as the silver sheath fell, her round bottom and neat breasts exposed for all to see. She sashayed to the cross with apparent eagerness and presented her wrists for the binding.
    Robert’s expression of pride was unmistakable, as was the ridge in his pants. He bound her wrists with the swiftness that could only come with experience. Anastasia let out a sound like a purr as he ran his hands from her wrists, down her arms, over her back, and to her buttocks where he slapped both of them.
    “Hand me my flogger, would you, Austin?”
    Austin picked up a most intimidating piece of equipment, a four-foot-long leather flogger with many dozens of leather strands attached. It looked like something out of a medieval film, the sort of implement that might have been used on recalcitrant women for hundreds of years. The sight of it made Sarah shrink into Austin’s arms, but Anastasia arched her bottom out, welcoming it.
    Robert began to spin the flogger, making the ends of the lashes cut through the air. He slowly brought it close to the rounds of her cheeks until it began to catch her skin on every circular stroke, swatting her backside with a dozens upon dozens of slim leather tongues. The result was a hot pink blush punctuated by little welts as the session drew on.
    It looked as though it would have to hurt, but Anastasia clearly wasn’t registering pain. Her feet were together and her bottom arched out as far as it would go, the shaved smooth pouch of her pussy and the little dark bud of her bottom both visible as she was swatted. Sarah marveled at how little shame Anastasia seemed to have. Her eyes were half closed as she sank into the pleasure of the sensation, a