Oasis - Chapter 2

[beguiling]

Tori has committed to her adventure. Now she begins it.

Tori looked down at the meal on her plate, and couldn't remember having made it. Forking up some green beans and chewing them, she realized it had gone cold while she’d sat there, and she didn't remember that, either. She shook her head at herself, tossed the food into the garbage, the dish into the sink and curled up on the couch with a yogurt, starting at the wall.

She’d gotten the call confirming membership in Oasis on Wednesday. Today was Friday. Tori looked at her wrist, and then remembered that she’d taken her watch off in a futile attempt to stop herself from constantly checking the time. She groaned and jumped up, heading to the nearby park for a run. If she didn't burn off some of this nervous energy, she’d never last until Saturday night.


***


The run had helped relax Tori. At least enough to let her eat another yogurt when she got back to her house. She didn’t relax enough to sleep, though. Tori had tossed most of the night, her dream running the gamut from nightmares to passionate, half-remembered dreams that had her drenched in sweat with her nipples hard and aching.

Groggy and grumpy, Tori made herself get out of bed mid-morning. Sleep wasn’t going to happen, not really. She showered and grabbed yet another yogurt before giving up any thought of being productive and heading to her closet to figure what would work.

“What does one wear to an orgy?” she muttered to herself. This won’t be an orgy, her logical mind whispered tauntingly. You don’t know if they’ll even let you cum.

Tori groaned, burying her face into the dress she’d pulled from the closet, trying to banish the images her fantasies her been building for months.

She saw herself bent over a table, her legs spread wide …

… bent over a chair, her ass thrust up high …

… lying over someone’s – a man’s – lap, squirming.

Tori still wouldn’t admit – even to herself – that she got wet just as much from the thought of being in those positions to be fucked, as she did being in those positions to be spanked.

She whimpered, just thinking of that word. Spanked. Whipped. Paddled. Even now, the words alone were getting her going.

Cursing, Tori turned from her closet and strode downstairs to grab her purse. If ever there were a reason to shop for clothes, this was it.

***

Tori couldn’t ever remember being this tense before. She sat back against the seat of the taxi, closed her eyes and practiced some deep breathing exercises. That helped, until she opened her eyes again several minutes later to realize that they were just about at the address the faceless voice had given her. She still had time to change her mind. Time to back out and go home.

“No. Absolutely … no.”

“Sorry? Isn’t this the address you want?” The cabdriver looked at Tori in the rearview mirror as he pulled over to the curb and shut off the meter.

“What? Oh.” Tori looked out the window at the gorgeous Tudor style home. “Oh. No. I mean. Yes. This,” she tried to swallow but her mouth had gone dry. Coughing, she tried again. “This is it. Thank you.” Fumbling a bit, Tori paid and tipped the driver, then climbed out of the cab, then stood there and watched him drive off. She knew it was foolish, but still, that driver had felt like her last contact with safety. Or with sanity, that distant part of her whispered again.

Tori shook her head, shutting that part of her up. Again. She thought about what she’d requested. What she’d wanted – needed- for so long. What she was looking for. And what she was hoping for. Her fear didn’t die, but it did recede a lot. Enough that Tori could easily breathe again. Enough for her heart to regain its normal position in her chest, rather than her throat. Squaring her shoulders, she turned and near-marched toward the house, ringing the bell and standing proudly in front of the door.

That pride faltered, but her courage didn’t, when the door opened. Tori hadn’t known what to expect – leather and whips, maybe? her mind whispered – but she hadn’t expected a butler.

“I, umm,”

“Miss Rida.” He smiled, but that smile did nothing to ease the butterflies in Tori’s stomach. “You are,” he ostentatiously looked at his watch, “six minutes late.” That smile, if it did anything, grew much more frightening. “Never fear. I am certain the Masters will quickly make up that time.”

Somehow, that didn’t reassure Tori any more than his smile had.

She opened her mouth to try a greeting again, but the butler stepped back, opening the door wide and gesturing her inside. Hesitantly, Tori stepped across the threshold and into the house, congratulating herself for not jumping with the door closed behind her.

“This way.” The butler stepped in front of her and led her to a room directly off of the foyer, closing the door behind her once she had stepped in. Tori looked around, startled to see a perfectly normal study. Desk, couple of chairs, books everywhere. The butler stood at the door, smiling that odd, tight smile as she did. Finally, Tori calmed and turned to look at the butler.

She beamed a wide, warm smile at him, determined to charm him into some warmth of his own. “Thank you, err,” Tori’s smile faltered a bit. “I’m sorry, what do I call you?”

“Sir.”

Tori just blinked, and his smile did change. It became wolfish. At least, that’s how it seemed to her as he began stalking toward her.

“You call me ‘Sir’, Rida. The gentlemen in the room you will be led to shortly you will only refer to as ‘Master’. You’ll be introduced to each of them, and I suggest you remember their names. You never know what someone may take as an insult.” He paused, just looking at her expectantly.

Not knowing what else to do, Tori just nodded jerkily, but Sir immediately ‘tsk’d’ at her. “Such poor manners,” he murmured as he stepped closer. “One would think you had lost the ability to speak. Well, I do know how to fix that.”

In one fluid move, Sir grasped Tori’s upper arm, spun her to face the back of one of the chairs in front of the desk and bent her over it. He didn’t pause as he raised the skirt of the long and elegant dress that she’d purchased to wear and flung it carelessly over her back.

“Well done, Rida,” he said, grasping one buttock and squeezing it gently. “No underwear. I will be glad to report that, although you are mannerless and a tardy little brat, you can be obedient when you are pushed to do so.” Thought returned to Tori, and she started to squirm. She was attempting to rise when she was pushed forward again, this time by Sir’s hand slapping the same cheek it had moments ago been squeezing. Tori gasped in shock and tried to get air into her lungs to say something – anything – when Sir slapped the other equally hard.

Shocked, Tori fell back on old standards. “Please!”

Not hesitating even a moment, his hand crashing into her bottom, alternating sides in his assault, Sir’s voice was almost cheery in his reply, “No, Rida. ‘Please’ is not what you will call me. Try again, if you will.”

“SIR!!!”

Immediately, the spanking stopped. Just as he’d put her into position, Sir flicked her skirt back down and stood her up and facing him again. With the same wolfish smile on his face, Sir nodded. To Tori's relief, he didn't notice - or, at least, didn't comment on - her expression, or how she had pressed her legs together. His spanking had hurt, of course. But now, she was feeling the beginnings of that little odd 'heat' that could come directly after a spanking. Tori swallowed her groan and focused again as he spoke.

“Exactly so. And, as you’ve just experienced, you are to be disciplined as needed. And not only by the four gentlemen that have been waiting for you for,” he looked at his watch, “now 12 minutes. Considering that one of your naughty behaviors is tardiness, I do believe that you can expect quite a thrashing for being late tonight.”

Her green eyes wide, her hands cupping her now-sore bottom, Tori’s jaw dropped. “But … but it was … You brought me …”

Her voice trailed off as Sir nodded, his grin never changing. “Indeed. I brought you in here, rather than directly to them. You chose to be disrespectful, and I handled that matter. But, of course. Feel free to tell the Masters that your lateness is my fault.” Tori didn’t think she’d ever seen a grin as contentedly evil as his. “I’m sure they will enjoy that. Probably almost as much as I will.”

Tori had read stories of girls whimpering when coming face to face with their fate. As she realized the sound she was hearing was coming from her own throat, she understood why.

Suddenly businesslike, Sir clapped his hands together, as though dusting them off. “Now then. Let’s not draw things out any further. That is a lovely frock – it really is, Rida. You do us honor with your dress. However, it is and will be in the way. Undress, immediately.”

Again, Tori just blinked at him. Not even realizing she did, she shook her head at him. Not in denial of his command, but more in an attempt to regain some hold on reality. The reason didn’t matter, though, and she was once again spun and dumped over the chair. Bastard moves fast, that distant part of her brain thought. Sir did move fast. And he spanked fast. And hard. He had landed at least ten searing blows to her bottom before Tori could get breath and thought together to plead with him.

“Sir! Please Sir! I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll obey, Sir. I did not mean to disrespect you!” Her legs kicking in the air, Tori liberally used Sir’s title, not wanting to risk any further discipline from this surprisingly strong man.

This time, he held her in position, resting his hand on her bottom. “I trust, Miss Rida,” he crashed his hand into the center of her bottom, eliciting a sharp cry, “that you are beginning to understand the situation here.”

Though it wasn’t at all phrased that way, Tori knew Sir was asking a question and wanted an answer, “Yes, Sir! Yes Sir, I am. I understand.”

“Excellent.” Again, Sir pulled his hand back, and Tori wordlessly cried out again, knowing what was coming. Leaning a bit, this blow caught the underside of her buttocks, pushing her forward again, and turning her cry into a short wail. “And what, pray tell, do you understand?” Ominously, he rested his hand on her bottom again.

Tori froze. She knew why she’d been spanked. She knew what was expected. But phrasing it. Saying it. Admitting what had been done - and admitting that it was what she'd sought? She just couldn't do that. Her whole body suffused with a blush. That pause was her undoing.

“Apparently, we moved too quickly.” Sir’s voice was almost cheery, a frightening sound when played against the staccato slaps of his hand again spanking her bottom. He gave no pause and showed no mercy. Tori went from yelping, to crying out, to flat out wailing as Sir spanked her from the top of her cheeks to that sensitive underside. He didn’t ask again, but Tori cried out the answer to his question.

“I’m here to obey, Sir!” she tossed her head, almost screaming out the words. “Instant obedience, Sir. Without questioning. I’m here to obey!”

“Obey whom,” Sir still didn’t pause. He didn’t even seem out of breath. “Obey whom, Rida.”

“You!” she sobbed, then corrected herself. “Everyone here! Everyone, Sir!”

Miraculously, the spanking stopped. Again Tori found herself righted before she even realized he’d stopped, and she stumbled a bit, finding her feet, both hands going back to a bottom that was now much much more than sore.

“Indeed.” Sir’s smile had faded to a somber look, though those that knew him would still see the vestiges of humor in his eyes. “You, Rida, have been misbehaved and disobedient. You are here to be disciplined. To be punished. For constant tardiness. For disrespect. For boorish rudeness. For lack of attention to your own safety.” Tori was so startled to hear her own list of misbehaviors that she’d sent in with her application that she wasn’t paying enough attention to Sir’s expression, or she would have seen his eyes narrow at that. “There are four gentlemen in that room, and they will indeed see that you are thoroughly – quite thoroughly – punished. But,” he held up a warning finger, “though the Masters are in charge, you will obey everyone here. Or pay the penalty.”

Sir stared at her for a long moment more, then nodded and stepped back. “Now then. As you have, hopefully, finally understood your predicament, we can get on with things. Undress, immediately. You are now,” again, Sir looked at his watch, “27 minutes late.” He looked back at her, the wolfish smile again in evidence. “You are in for a very long, and very painful, evening, Rida. Enjoy your last bit of comfort.”

Tori started, staring at him, wide-eyed. Comfort? She was in a chilly room, with her bottom already burning, about to undress in front of a perfect stranger, before being led like a lamb to the slaughter to meet other perfect strangers. Each of whom was intent on building the burn in her bottom into a blazing bonfire. That was terror, not comfort.

Except, if that is the case, why was she pressing her legs together to try to hide the steadily growing moist heat between her legs?

Tori swallowed and, very obediently, undressed. Folding her clothes carefully and placing them on the desk, trying to figure out how to hide herself behind her hands, and blushing deeply, she turned back to Sir, looking at the floor.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, walking up to her. “Hands at your sides, Rida.” Tori was still staring at the floor, so she missed the real smile that flashed across his face at her immediate obedience. Cupping her chin, Sir raised her face up, then turned her toward the door. The one opposite the one she’d entered. The one that would lead to her long painful and, she hoped, pleasurable, night.

“Hands at your sides, Rida, and your head up. Let them see your beauty, before they enhance it with their marks.”

Tori trembled, but she kept her head up and walked through the door that Sir opened for her.

[sugardoll]

Holy crap, sis.... you're good at this.

More, more, MORE!!

[myhiddenfantasy]

I like the way this is coming along.. I can't wait for a Chapter 3!!

[novamale3]

and I cannot agree more! can't wait for chapter 3

[myhiddenfantasy]

i do hope you hurry to write and post chapter 3

[stang616]

Amazing work hun! Keep it up, I look forward to the next chapter.