The Marine's Pet by Loki Renard Page B

greedy little pout on her face as Robert expertly handled the lash.
    Sarah was thoroughly transfixed by what she was seeing. She had forgotten her shyness and her shock and was instead caught up in the erotic play before her, every landing of the lash sending a frisson of excitement through her even though it was not her bottom so boldly displayed, nor her pussy lips gleaming with liquid lust.
    “Oh, my God,” she murmured with soft reverence. “It’s… it’s beautiful…”
    “It is,” Austin agreed, his arms tight around her as he held her close.
    Robert soon began to change the method of his mission. He swung the flogger harder so it landed with a heavier, meatier sound. He also began to pick different spots for his attentions. Not content with focusing entirely on Anastasia’s bottom, he also flogged her upper thighs, spreading the blushing heat to a greater area.
    “Mnnnggg…” Anastasia made a sound somewhere between pleasure and pain. Her high-heel-clad feet began to shift in response to the harder, bolder strokes, as if she perhaps wanted to avoid some of them, but was too obedient to shrink from her master’s discipline.
    The scene went on timelessly, the landing of the lash like the ticking of an unseen clock. Each stroke took Anastasia closer to her limit. Sarah knew hers would have been found long ago, but Anastasia seemed almost endlessly eager for discipline.
    There was a light sheen of sweat on Robert’s forehead, testament to his exertions. There was no doubt in Sarah’s mind that Anastasia was receiving a proper flogging. This was as real as it got; heated skin and raised welts that bore yet more punishment.
    Anastasia was not crying or complaining. She looked thoroughly content, her eyes almost entirely closed, her expression almost one of repose. Sarah had seen few people look so very peaceful in her life. Even catatonic drunks had more tension in their bodies than Anastasia did at that moment.
    “Is she okay?” Sarah whispered the question to Austin.
    “She’s going deep into what they call subspace,” he replied. “She’s fine. Robert knows just how far to go.”
    The session continued a little longer, but as Anastasia began to show signs of fatigue, Robert let her out of her restraints and sat down with her in his lap, cradling her close as she nuzzled into his neck, her eyes closed. She didn’t seem to be aware of anyone else in the room anymore. Her reaction was akin to someone coming out of the effects of an intense psychedelic. If Sarah had not seen the process herself, she would have been certain that Anastasia had been slipped something.
    “Let’s leave them be,” Austin murmured softly, drawing Sarah away.
    “Is that what you want to do to me?” She asked the question as they left the playroom and ascended the stairs to the kitchen.
    “Don’t look so scared,” Austin said, pressing a kiss to her temple. “When you’re ready, you’ll welcome that and much more.”
    It was as Austin had said, she was curious. She had never been able to turn down a new experience and now she was standing on the precipice of something so new, so thoroughly unexpected she could hardly believe it.

Chapter Five
     
     
    “Was any of that real?” It was the next day, they were eating breakfast, and Sarah was still trying to process what she had seen and experienced. In the light of day, it really seemed very farfetched that she had seen a judge’s wife shackled and flogged to ecstasy, much less experienced a milder version of the treatment herself.
    “It was all real,” Austin reassured her.
    “You have some secrets, don’t you, mister,” Sarah said playfully. “A whole clan of high-powered kinky pet players hiding in the midst of good and honest working folk.”
    “The best secrets are the ones out in the open for anyone to find,” Austin replied. “I don’t hide what I am. Neither do the others. We are what we are.”
    “Judge Robert never showed up to court with Anastasia