After every impact of her hand, Luke’s hips lifted, offering himself up for another, and then his groin would rub against the bench and his pants would shift around his tightly constrained cock, and he was completely consumed by the sensations assaulting him from every side. There was nothing else to concentrate on, nothing else to worry about, all he had to do—all he could do—was feel.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

He groaned, fingers curling around the hand rests, gripping them tightly as sexual tension wound around him. Every movement felt like hot bliss, but he didn’t want to cum in his pants. Something he had not anticipated would be an issue. It was definitely becoming one.

Just when he thought he might beg Olivia to stop, just to keep him from losing control like a randy teenager, the hard swats stopped. Hands rubbed his ass, gripping the flesh hard enough to make him cry out and then shudder as her fingers gentled to a caress. Luke panted against the bench, wondering if he was about to embarrass himself.

When he felt the restraint on his ankle loosen, he wasn’t sure if he was relieved or disappointed.

Around the room, everyone was finishing up their spankings, moving into aftercare. No problems so far.

Samantha had taken the punishment swats Kincaid had given her very well, and he’d then rewarded her with caresses and softer touches. Once she’d been tied down, Rae had submitted almost as quickly as Luke had. Funny how bondage could have that effect on anxiously reluctant subbies. Not always, but both Luke and Rae definitely benefited from being restrained.

“Slowly,” Olivia murmured as Luke pushed up and swayed a little on the bench.

Damn but he was pretty with that almost dreamy expression on his face, his ass a nice, dark pink from being spanked. She could see the outline of his cock against the front of his pants in stark relief now, not just a bulge. Luke was aroused as hell and it was difficult not to reach out and place her hand over his shaft to torment him further.

But the scene was over.

Aftercare now and then playtime was over. Next class he’d be with Lisa.

Even though Lisa was devoted to her submissive, Karen, Olivia couldn’t stop the little jab of possessiveness that speared through her. She pushed it aside, ignoring it. It was unimportant for now anyway.

She helped him up from the bench, taking his hand and leading him over to one of the alcoves. For class purposes they were perfect for aftercare, giving each couple a little bit of privacy but still being open so she could keep an eye on everything. The curtains were not to be drawn during class.