Erynn Dinasque-Dalandau Weiss-Cruz Camping 4*

[16:16 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz: Lying slumped against the railing, Dalandau lets out a little puff of air, then gets that smirk again. "You're right," he says, getting up and stepping over to her, "maybe it is time to take it out..." Instead of doing so, though, he grabs her by the wrist and drags her into the middle of the floor, giving a sharp whistle as he does. "Ladies and gentlemen," he begins, and everyone turns, all the dancers stopping. It's late now, and most of the people still around her the closest friends of the Earl, most of them in masques. A few smiles creep onto their faces, knowing what must be to come. "My lovely wife, Elaine. Say hello, Elaine." He raises the elf's arm, pulling her up on the heels.
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[16:20 PM] Erynn Dinasque wobbles on her tip-toes. "Oh, god. This is that city, isn't it?" she thinks, though she feebly forces a smile. "Nice to meet you all. Truly, the pleasure is mine."
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[16:25 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz: An amused chuckle goes through the crowd. "No, my dear Elaine, I think the pleasure is everyone else's," Dalandau corrects. Then he speaks up, addressing the crowd again, "Now, friends, my lovely little sugarlump has been quite a naughty one today." He forces Erynn over, bending her at the waist. He throws up her skirt and pulls down her pumpkin panties. "Just look at how shameful she is!" he announces, and a faux-gasp goes through the masqueraders. "She's been wearing this all day, too."
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[16:32 PM] Erynn Dinasque: "My dearest peach cobbler," she says in sing-song, "Is this really the impression you want to leave on your dear friends?" Still bent over, she pushes the front of her dress through her legs to cover as much as she can, though with as much frill and fluff as it has it's too stiff to be much help.
[16:36 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz reaches down and takes hold of the flared base and starts slowly pulling it out, twisting this way and that as he does. The fingers poke out in the wood, tingling along 'Elaine's insides as they leave. "Just look at the size of it!" he announces, holding it up for everyone to see. A few mumbles go through the crowd, some of praise and some jaded. Dalandau tosses the warm sex toy off to the side, and the wood of it clatters to the ground, as if it wasn't capable of making weird gyrating fingers pop out of it's surface. "I think she needs to be punished, don't you?" he asks, giving that chocolate rump a firm smack.
[16:41 PM] Erynn Dinasque twists and writhes in Dalan's arm as the thick plug is removed from her body the old-fashioned way. As old-fashioned as you can get while still using a butt plug. You don't want to imagine, like, really old people doing that.
[16:41 PM] Erynn Dinasque: "Ack!" she acks at the smack. "Mr. Weiss-Cruz, this behavior is innappropriate!"
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[16:47 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz: "Completely appropriate," he says, pushing aside dishes on one of the long tables and leaning Erynn over it. He just stands there, hand on her lower back, and admires her ass. Everyone else does as well, with the crowd moving in around the pair. "Hands on the table now, darling," he says, giving her elbow a little gentle chastizing slap. "And if someone could fetch me a crop? I'm sure the earl has one lying around."
[16:51 PM] Erynn Dinasque takes a deep breath and lies down flat on the table. Thanks to the bustier she's got quite a bit more boob than she's used to, and squishing her chest up against the table is just yet another thing she's got to put up with. Her hands lie flat on the table. Another deep breath. She spreads her legs out.
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[16:56 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz: "Good girl," he says, patting her rump, the ruffles and pile of the skirt pulled up and bunched on her back. He holds out his hand and a servant hands him a stiff flexible piece of black leather with a handle like a rapier. "Wow, the Earl sure knows how to pick them," he says, giving it a few swings through the air. It makes swishing sounds, and has a nice bend to it, not enough to swing back and make cuts, but enough to really lean into it. Just what you want from a sex toy. "Now then, my dearest, how many do you think you deserve?"
[16:59 PM] Erynn Dinasque: "Um... well, as a D&D character my instinct says to roll some dice. I feel like that's not all that helpful. Say, could you perhaps pull my panties back up while we're discussing this? I mean, then when you pull them back down it's like waaaa! and there's all this dramatic effect and all that."
[17:04 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz: "Fifteen sounds like a good number," he says, using the soft tip of the discipline toy to push the panties all the way down to her ankles. "Fourteen for the dice roll, and..." he gives her a sharp thwack across the upper thighs, not at all shying away from sensitive parts. Just right across there, doing his best to hit both thighs right along the bottom of the buttocks. "This one is for breaking the fourth wall again. It's really flimsy, you know." The secondary actors all mumble in agreement. "I mean, I'm doing it," he admits, then gives another, softer smack across middle of Erynn's proficient ass. "But I've got the whip, so there."
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[17:08 PM] Erynn Dinasque: "Ow!" she inhales through clenched teeth. "Damn! That's... that's just... ow." She pounds the table once with her fist. "You keep mussing me up like this you're going to ruin a perfectly nice dress, you know."
[17:12 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz shrugs, "i'in't pay for it. Besides, you'd be surprised how easy it is to get sex stains out of a dress with Prestidigitation." He gives another smack across the rump, and the crowed laughs. "I mean, really, who doesn't take that as a cantrip?"
[17:16 PM] Erynn Dinasque: "Aagh... I-I meant wrinkles, you idiot! And I only had two, you think I was going to go with Wizard Pissing Match: the Cantrip?" She reaches back to massage her achin' backside.
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[17:19 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz gives the hand a little smack, then flicks it away with the tip of the leather rapier. "I'll be nice and count that as three," he says, and murmurs go through the crowd of just how soft he is. "Hey, I got other things to do with her, I can't spend all night smacking asses," he punctuates this by casually flicking his wrist and sending another painful ripple through the elf's backside. "I mean, I wanna show how easy a cantrip can get cumstains out of those gloves, if you get my drift."
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[17:24 PM] Erynn Dinasque: "Yeah, damn right I'm soft--you wish you could be soft like me!" she shouts back, then squeezes her cheeks together to demonstrate the satisfying squish. Four out of five people chose Erynn's ass in a blind squish test.
"And if you think you're getting a rub out of me after this, you're crazy. There's only like a 30% chance of that."
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[17:28 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz: THWACK goes the whip on the opposite side, as Dalandau tries to spread out the rather lovely red welts on that caramel skin. "100%," he teases, running the round finger sized tip of the crop along her crack, and down between her legs. He gives the end of it a little twist, to roll it around along her lips. "I bet you enjoy this more than I do."
[17:33 PM] Erynn Dinasque: Erynn's eyes mist from the pain after the last smack. She squirms as he tickles her sensitive areas, reflexively pinching her plumpish thighs together on the crop and, despite all her efforts, a giggle escaping her lungs.
[17:36 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz: Similar titters go through the crowd, as everyone watching amuses themselves with the girl's reaction as Dalan tugs the crop from between the elf's thighs. "See what I mean?" the mage asks. He takes the whip in his teeth, and then shrugs off his overcloak, handing it to the dutiful servant, who scampers off with it. Then he takes the handle and flexes it a few more times. "What are we on now?" he cracks the whip along the top of her ass, and it curves around to make a T shape along the top, so that it looks like she's wearing a red thong. There's not as much cushion for the pushin' there up top. "Six, is it?"
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[17:39 PM] Erynn Dinasque: "Seven. Don't feel bad about getting confused, little boy--counting can be awfully hard."
[17:42 PM] Erynn Dinasque sticks her tongue out at her disciplinary beau.
[15:06 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz swats his wife across the ass in front of the crowd and then counts out "seven" with a smile. They all have a good laugh over that one. He moves back to the other side, and makes an eighth hard smack at an angle, lighting up the cheek. Then without as much fanfare between them, reaches across and smacks out a ninth on the opposite cheek. "Eight and nine." Then next one is another one right across the thickest, most proficient part of her ass, and at an upward angle. The crop swishes through the air and smacks into the flesh with a loud, ringing crack that echoes in the ballroom, and causes the gathered crowd to let out a gasp. "Hands flat now," he says, bringing the tip of the crop up to gently poke at the back of her hand. Then the finger thin sprig of bound leather gently caresses those red marks, and finds it's way back between her legs. "Be honest, now, you really like this kind of thing, don't you?"
[15:09 PM] Erynn Dinasque kicks her legs impotently, made all the more impotent by the panties around her ankles. She tries to wipe her eyes before Dalan pushes her hand back down.
[15:09 PM] Erynn Dinasque: "You wanna know my absolute favorite part of this?"
[15:11 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz: "The part where you get wet every time this thing hits you?"
[15:12 PM] Erynn Dinasque: "No! Stop prestidigitatin' my nethers!"
[15:15 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz gives her cunt a little pat with the whip, and says a sing-songy little "No."
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[15:17 PM] Erynn Dinasque: "My favorite part is... well, I'll wait 'till you're finished." By now her legs are bent all the way back, her feet dangling over her back.
[15:19 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz: Humming a little tune, Dalandau twists the leather rapier a little, pushing the tip--just the tip, just to see how it feels--inside of the elf. "You are ridiculously flexible," he casually mentions. "I don't think I've mentioned just how sexy that is." The crowd agrees, and a few of them even clap. "See what I mean?"
[15:20 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz: It should be noted that many of the people in the crowd are now actively masturbating, and at least a few couples, gender be damned, are getting started on fucking right on the dance floor while they watch the dark skinned elf's ass grow red.
[15:23 PM] Erynn Dinasque: "Aaannnnn... cut it out! You stop that twirling!"
 "This isn't an auction, people!" she shouts back before seeing that they're waaaay ahead of her.
 "Just finish up, hubby. I've got places to be."
[15:29 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz: "Places like my bed?" he teases, both with his words and the tip of that crop, pushing it in a little further. He jiggles the handle a little, setting the tip to wiggle around inside of her. "How forward, darling."
[15:32 PM] Erynn Dinasque: "Nn... if I didn't know better I'd swear you were trying to get a rise out of me. But I could never suspect you of something so rude." Hand still flat on the table, she scoots forward to escape his tickling.
[15:37 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz: "I'm getting a rise out of something alright," he jokes, pushing the crop in a good few inches, and rolling the tip around. Then he takes it out quickly, and CRACKs it across her ass at an angle from the top of one cheek to the bottom of the other. Then over to the other side to do the opposite, putting a big red X across her ass, to join in with the other marks. "By rise, I mean I have a hard-on," he explains.
[15:39 PM] Erynn Dinasque: The rapid shift between moaning and shrieking creates a sound that rather defies description. A "mmneaarf" of sorts. "Leave my ass alone! It's my livelihood!"
[15:41 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz gives Erynn's livelihood another firm smack, turning the cross into an asterisk. "I'm sure it can stand a lot more than this, although I don't know if this counts as Constitution or Charisma."
[15:46 PM] Erynn Dinasque: "Rrg... it depends on the circumstances. Probably Con." She set her feet back down, resigned to the next strike.
[15:52 PM] Erynn Dinasque: Like a death row inmate ordering his or her last meal. Probably his, mathematically.
[15:53 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz: And of course the black elf would be on death row.
[15:54 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz runs the flexible leather along the elf's thigh in a gentle caress, "in that case, I should probably go easier on you. Then again, what, this thing does subdual damage, right?" He looks the leather rapier over and shrugs, then smacks it hard across Erynn's upper thighs once again brutally smacking across her exposed labia as well, to the sounds of growing moaning and flesh slapping together coming from the peanut gallery. There are even a few people bent over knees getting spankings themselves, because rich people are like that. "And that's fourteen," he says with a smile, giving a few gentle pats at the top of her sore, red cheeks.
[15:56 PM] Erynn Dinasque: Rather exhausted, Erynn sits up on the table and slides her panties back up to her thighs, then lifts herself up to secure the bloomers around her beaten booty. "My favorite part is that this establishes me as new money. So I've got an excuse for breaking every rule in the book," she says quietly. Though for now she just sits on the table, letting her feet dangle.
[16:06 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz laughs, and pokes the wet tip of the crop into Erynn's stomach. He talks so that only they can hear, not that anyone is really paying attention to them, as the party sort of turned into an orgy. "Hah, and every time you do I get to whip you. Not that we're staying here that long." He grabs the elf by the wrist, and tugs her off the table and up onto his shoulder, ass sticking up in the air, then whistles for a servant. "The Earl had our belongings moved to one of his rooms? Lead the way. I prefer a little more privacy than all this."
[16:06 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz: "Oh, and I'm gonna keep this thing," he says to the servant as they walk along, elf over his shoulder. "It is just super fun."
[16:07 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz is talking about the fancy rapier shaped crop, not Erynn. Though he plans on keeping both, because they're super fun together.
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[16:08 PM] Erynn Dinasque has had the fight beaten out of her, at least for a little while, so she just tries to get comfortable on Dalan's shoulder. "Wait, we've got a room here?"
[16:09 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz: "Yeah, I planned, like, half of this out this morning," he says, giving her a playful little pat on the sore bum. "Why do you think it took two hours to get you breakfast?"
[16:10 PM] Erynn Dinasque: "I just assumed you'd found some alleyway to jerk off in for an hour. I mean, think about what I know about you, it's not a bad guess."
[16:12 PM] Erynn Dinasque: "Also your shoulder's kind of digging into my... me. Torso-area. I don't know if that was intentional. I mean you did put an egg in my ass for eighteen hours."
[16:16 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz shrugs a bit, and then pulls Erynn down, into his arms, carrying her like a real husband might carry his princess on their honeymoon. "Psh, why jerk off in an alleyway when I know you'd get jealous of the ground?" he asks, and the servant tries to hide the rolling of his eyes as he opens the room to the guest suite, which is larger than the hotel's room, and better furnished as well. The bed was practically party sized, and had four posts and curtains coming down from the canopy. Dalandau whistles, as he carries the elf into the room, "boy, haven't seen anything like this in a while."
[16:19 PM] Erynn Dinasque: Just happy for the day to be wrapping up, Erynn puts her hand on Dalan's far shoulder and rests her head on the near. "Now why do they even give these people a canopy? What could those people--who are, need I remind you, having an orgy downstairs--what could they have to hide?"
[16:22 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz: "It's to keep the sunlight out," he says with a chuckle, and sits down on the edge of the bed, holding the elf in his arms. He makes a few vague motions with his hands, and says "cream?" The servant understands, and goes into the bathroom, and then brings out a little ceramic container of balm. Dalan then shoos him away, and sits up on the bed with Erynn over his lap, putting her on her stomach with her ass in the air.
[16:24 PM] Erynn Dinasque: "Ugh... if you're going for round two, please at least don't use the crop. And I'm thinking of the crop here--use those things lightly and they'll last you years. You can use it on your grandkids."
[16:24 PM] Erynn Dinasque: "They make a nice heirloom, y'know?"
[16:30 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz starts unlacing the mouthy little robe's dress, letting her breath now that that bustier is undone. He just shimmies her out of it, then tosses it over into the corner, and pulls her pants down around her knees. "I'm not going for round two," he laughs, opening up that container. He dips two fingers in, and then starts slathering a cold, tingling cream on that warm, sore ass. "Just hold still and this'll take some of the sting away."
[16:33 PM] Erynn Dinasque tenses a bit when she feels the cool cream, but it feels pretty good. "Thanks, I guess? I mean, obviously, the optimal course of action would be 'don't spank me, you cockmungler' but this is... thanks."
[16:33 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz: "If I didn't spank you," he points out, gently massaging the balm into her cheeks, "I wouldn't be able to do this, would I now?"
[16:34 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz: I mean, that is some pretty sound logic.
[16:34 PM] Erynn Dinasque: "If you didn't kill someone, you wouldn't get to hide the body! Great line, Dalan."
[16:37 PM] Dalandau Weiss-Cruz: Gently gently, he keeps massaging Erynn's buttocks, running his hands down between her thighs, and under the cheeks. "You really are something, you know?" he says with a chuckle.