Chapter 10

Dolly hesitated onlya few heartbeats before raising her arms straight above her head. She took a deep breath when Quincy moved each arm to the side before hooking her cuffs to the cross.

Once that was done, he reached around her body, slipping his hands between her chest and the wood and hugged her. The length of his clothed body felt warm against her bared skin, and she could feel his erection pressing into her lower back. She sucked a sharp breath when he slipped a cloth over her eyes and tied it behind her head.

"You're doing beautifully, pet. Now, just relax while we talk about what you do and don't already know."

"Yes, Sir," she whispered as her entire body shivered at the deep, dark tone his voice had taken on.

His murmured, "Good girl," sent another shiver through her strong enough that he felt it.

"Are you cold, pet?"

"No, Sir. Just a little nervous."

He pulled his arms from around her and stepped back. "No need to be nervous. You hold all the power, and though I hope you'll continue to trust me with your submission, you can stop everything by using your safeword."

"Okay," she whispered as she turned her head, trying to follow his movements as he walked around her and the St. Andrew's cross.

When Quincy cleared his throat, she realized she had made a faux pas and corrected herself. "Yes, Sir. I understand."

"Very good, pet."

The next few minutes was a question-and-answer session of what BDSM meant, the roles of Dominants and submissives, the definition of safe, sane, and consensual, and the reason to scene in public with a new play partner. Dolly realized her research had gained her more head knowledge than she realized, but what she lacked was physical knowledge.

She needed to know what a flogger felt like versus the strike of a cane. She needed to be able to describe how a paddle felt against her ass, and the arousal a submissive felt as she turned her will, her body, her being over to her Dominant.

Her body could not wait to learn the physical lessons, and it was difficult to hold back a demand that he quit talking and just get on with whatever her next lesson would be.

"You know the basics, that's for sure. Now let's see how you feel about some of my favorite toys," Quincy said, sounding like a very pleased teacher who was impressed with his student's progress.

"Which toys?" she whispered, not sure she should be questioning him, but they were in the Dungeon alone, and she wasn't positive the bartender would come running if she screamed for help.

He did not answer for a moment, and when he did, he had moved to stand just to the left behind her. "First up is the flogger. I've chosen one with softer, more flexible tails. But first, I'm going to unhook your bra so you get the full effect on your back."

A moment later, her bra loosened and he tucked the strap around in front of her. As he did, he took a moment to cup and massage her breasts for a quick few seconds.

He kissed the top of her left shoulder before he murmured, "Just relax. You're going to love this."

A moment later, a number of strands landed against her right upper back to the middle left. She sucked a breath, but relaxed when there was no pain, only a soft stroking feeling. After a few seconds, the feeling repeated from high left to middle right. Quincy slowly worked his way down her back, taking care around her mid-back where her liver and other organs were located, then continued down to her upper thighs.

"The flogger is used to warm up the skin, wake up the nerves, pull the blood to the surface," he said, though she was having a hard time paying attention. He continued for a few more minutes, and she felt as if her mind was detaching from her body and floating away.

"How are we doing, pet?"

"Good, Sir. So good."

"Next up is the cane. This cane is made of bamboo with a wooden handle, but BDSM canes are also made of wood, fiberglass, even metal. The thicker the cane, the more damage it can do if irresponsibly wielded."

Dolly found herself tensing up as he began bouncing the thick shaft on the top of one shoulder and then the other.

"How does that feel?"

She had to swallow and concentrate before she said, "It feels like a massage."

When he reached her ass, the strokes landed harder before he said, "I'm going to lower your panties so nothing will hinder the full impact of this lesson, understood?"

"Yes, Sir," she managed, the thought of what was coming doing all sorts of things to her mind as well as her body. She braced as her panties were tugged down to rest just beneath the curve of her buttocks before she felt him step away.

"I'm going to do two punishment strokes to show that the cane can cause pain as well as pleasure."

With that much warning, the cane fell straight across her ass. It took a moment for the fire to ignite along the line of fall. A few seconds later, the second stroke landed two inches below the first.

"Owwie," she squealed as the second line of fire lit up.

She fought the urge to scream melon as the pain on the skin ebbed but seemed to sink into her ass. When warm hands began to massage the globes, the pain eased, and seemed to flow right into her pussy, which by this point was wide awake and demanding to be filled.

"There's one more toy I want you to experience and then we'll move on to more erotic play. Yes, or no?"

It took her a moment before she whispered, "Yes, Sir."

That earned her two kisses on the cheek. "Such a good girl you are, pet."

"This is the paddle. I only use it for punishment, and so you will only feel two spanks, one on each cheek," he said as he rubbed something cool and flat against one ass cheek and then the other.

Dolly took a deep breath in but tried to remain relaxed. She knew from her limited experience that paddles hurt worse if muscles were tensed.

The two strokes smarted, leaving round areas of warmth on each cheek, but the tears that had filled her eyes with the cane did not fall. The floaty feeling returned, and with a sigh, she relaxed, leaning her weight fully against the cross with trust that it would hold her up.

Quincy smiled as Dolly seemed to melt into the St. Andrew's cross. Though he had a strong suspicion that she was not a masochist, she did not seem to mind a nip of pain with her pleasure.

Laying the paddle aside, he stepped up behind her. "How are you doing, pet?"

"Green, Sir," she said.

He was not surprised to hear her words were slightly slurred. It had not taken much to send her into subspace. That could be good or bad, but they would discuss that at a later time.

"Spread your legs wider, pet," he said, stroking his hands down and then back up the sides of her torso. He slowly worked his way around to the front of her body, his touch moving from the base of her breasts to her lower belly.

"Mmmm," she sighed as she shifted her legs further apart, which dropped her body slightly.

Kissing the top of her shoulder, he focused on the center of her body his hands moving lower and lower until he slid his right hand down between her legs to cup her mound. Pressing his cock between her ass cheeks that now bore his marks, he pushed her body more firmly against the cross, trapping his hand.

The fabric of her lowered panties was completely drenched against the back of his hand. He took great delight that their little scene had left her clit fully erect and poking from between her lower lips, and her pussy wide open and begging for attention.

Glancing around, he confirmed they were still the only ones in the dungeon. Withdrawing his hand, he worked to open his jeans and shove them down far enough to remove his cock from the fabric. Once it was free, he quickly tore open the condom he'd taken from the armoire and rolled it over his erection. Stepping closer, he slid his hand back between Dolly's legs, smiling as she moaned when his fingers returned to their play. After a few moments, he maneuvered his cock between her thighs. Though her legs were spread, her panties kept them confined enough so that her thighs lovingly caressed his cock as he slowly shifted his hips back and forth. He was so close to the edge, he hoped he could bring her over the top before he exploded.

Sliding two fingers into her pussy earned him a soft gasp as he began to fuck between her thighs. "You're going to come on my fingers, pet. I'm close, but you will come first."

"Oooo," she breathed as she began to move her hips back and forth in counterpoint to his movements.

Quincy clenched his teeth as tingles raced up and down his spine to gather in his balls.

He thrust his fingers into her pussy faster and faster, rubbing his thumb on the tiny bundle of nerves that made up her clit. If there was one thing he knew as a physician, it was how to manipulate a body in order to bring a woman the most pleasure.

Curling his fingers, he rubbed the tips against her hidden pleasure spot. "Come, pet. Come now."

Almost instantly, her pussy clamped down around his fingers as her entire body tensed. Her scream as she shot over the orgasmic edge had him smiling. Her jerking against the cross was just the impetus he needed to move his hips faster. Everything in him locked up and, arching his body against hers, he came a millisecond later.

He wrapped his arms around her and the cross, holding himself upright as he recovered. For more than a minute all he could do was breathe and hold onto the wooden cross. When his body finally began to respond to his thoughts, he stepped back, removed the condom, tied it off and threw it into the trashcan before tucking himself back into his pants. Returning to Dolly, he tugged her panties into place and then reached up. After refastening her bra, he unhooked her wrist cuffs from the cross.

Holding her carefully, he turned them as he slid to the floor when his knees refused to hold him up any longer. He ended up sitting cross-legged on the floor, leaning against the cross with Dolly curled in his lap. He grabbed the blanket sitting on the lower shelf of the rolling stand and wrapped it around her as he cuddled her close.

Taking a deep breath, he said, "And that concludes your second lesson in BDSM, pet."

Dolly dropped her head back to look at him. She blinked, and blinked again, looking like she was still floating somewhere in subspace.

She swallowed hard before whispering, "I can't wait for my third lesson."

Quincy laughed as he hugged her. Brushing a kiss on the top of her head, he said, "How about we recover from this lesson before we think about the next one."

His cock twitched with renewed interest when Dolly giggled and snuggled deeper into his embrace. He held an open bottle of water to her lips and she gratefully drank half of it. Once she stopped drinking, he finished the contents before tossing it into the trash as well.