...“A spanking horse?” Michael repeated. “Oh, say, now, I’m into a certain kind of sexual discomfort—fucking-pain, that’s all right. But I’m not into flogging or any such nonsense.”
“No-no-no,” Mistress Karma said, waggling her index finger. “This is a finely designed apparatus constructed to enhance your sexual experience. It can be used with minimal pain, or, if you prefer, we can up the ante. It’s based on Mrs. Theresa Berkley’s design from the 1800s.”
“Mrs. Berkley?” Michael asked with an edge that questioned the relevance of this information.
“Oh,” Mistress Karma began with obvious respect. “She was the definitive Madame of the Victorian era. She was very popular, doling out punishments to the upper echelons of British society. Back in those days, anybody who was anybody came to Mrs. Berkley for spankings, pain and punishment, and assorted sexual favors. She set the standard for every dominatrix practicing the art today.”
The earnestness with which this leather-clad lady spoke tickled Michael, especially her labeling it “the art” of the dominatrix. He couldn’t help himself…he cracked up laughing. “Oh,” he blurted between giggles, “that’s rich. I like the thought of that.”
Victor grinned and added, “So, you see, you’re with followers of the finest tradition of erotic role-playing.”
“But…you really think a bunch of repressed Victorians knew how to have fun?” Michael asked.
“Hey,” Mistress Karma said, “don’t knock it ’til you’ve tried it.”
Victor said, “Yes, guardians of morality tend to procure the best, most perverted forms of sexual arousal. This is historically true, as you may be aware.”
Michael chuckled and shook his head. “Well, all right, Mr. Attorney, upper echelon of society,” he said to Victor. “Have at it, then. Get on that thing and let’s paddle your behind.”
Victor came over and pressed his chest into Michael’s. He grew quiet, then kissed him. Michael kissed him back. The kissing continued a moment while Mistress Karma approached.
She spoke in a seductive voice, very close to Michael’s ear. “I guarantee, baby, the spankings will up your pleasure. Any time you say to stop, I stop. I get going a little too hard, you just tell me, ‘Please, Mistress Karma—ease it up on me.’” She ran her hand along Michael’s back. “I’ll follow your wish and smack lighter, as light as you want—or as hard as you want. Your lover, here, will do the rest. After all, he’s rented the room for an hour.”
Michael felt Victor unbuttoning his shirt, starting with the button at his throat, working his way down, one after another, until he reached his navel. Victor reached to help Michael off with his jacket, but he stepped back and looked at Victor. The man’s eyes held unbridled lust.
“Come on, puppy,” Victor cooed, “take off your jacket. Take everything off. Let’s have some fun.”
Michael let him help him out of his jacket and watched him place it on a chair by the back wall.
“All right,” Michael said. He wriggled off his unbuttoned shirt. “I’ll give it a shot. After all, you did go through the trouble of renting us this room.”
“Mm-hm,” Victor said with a nod.
After Michael removed his shirt, he handed it to Victor. Victor strolled over and placed it neatly over the jacket he’d hung on the back of the only chair in the room. Michael glanced at his own reflection on the mirrored wall while pulling off his boots. He carried them over and placed them underneath the chair. Mistress Karma made an unbridled appraisal of his torso. She assumed an extremely pleased expression when he stripped off his slacks and underwear.
“Ooh,” she said, “what a sexy man you are. Mm-mm-mm, scrumptious, with your blond fuzz and that long cock. And it’s got a good girth, there, too. Mm-mm-mm.”
She shook her head and smiled when Victor stood behind Michael and faced him toward the mirror. Fully dressed, he leaned against his naked lover, pulling him into his chest and balancing him with one hand around his waist. He used the other hand to reach down and ply his cock. All eyes gazed at their reflection in the mirror.
“Doesn’t that turn you on,” he whispered in Michael’s ear, “being naked while a fully dressed man fondles you?”
Michael nodded in agreement and let his eyelids lower to half-mast. He felt Mistress Karma approach and run her crop gently up and down his inner thighs. Victor caressed his hands over Michael’s abs. A moment later, he eased him forward and urged him toward the spanking horse...