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"Yes, sir," I replied cheerfully, giving him a wide smile. "I was checking up on the playground."
"Do you like it?" he inquired, coming closer and taking me into his arms. I put my hands on his biceps, caressing him through his shirt.
"I love it," I whispered truthfully, acting shy while in reality, I wanted to try it all at once. I was experiencing all kinds of feelings, but embarrassment wasn’t one of them.
"I’m very happy to hear it, baby girl," he muttered against my cheek, kissing it and slowly moving to my ear. "I need a few minutes alone, and then we can play."
I tried to suppress my natural reaction to his words, yet he noticed the change in my expression. I was afraid he had lost his interest in spending time with me because someone had pissed him off.
He cupped my face with his big palms, forcing me to look him in the eyes. He had a smirk on his lips while he was piercing me with his crystal-blue orbs.
"I must clear my head, princess," he uttered, brushing my cheeks with his thumbs, and I pouted. "I can’t run a scene when I’m angry." He pecked my nose, and I sighed, forgetting about my fear. "Don’t worry, sweetie; I’ll give you everything you crave," he promised, and I smiled at him.
With a last kiss on my forehead, he left for the bathroom, and I continued to inspect the other tools and furniture. I found a bondage swing, a small cage—which was hidden under the table—two different fuck machines, and a closet full of toys, probably in every available size.
I was going through the nipple clamps, curious about how they would feel, when Mr Thorn finally returned. He looked much better than fifteen minutes ago. I threw him a sideways glance, trying to hide the fact that I couldn’t wait to try something new.
He hugged me from behind and his hands instantly cupped my breasts, which were pressed in a very revealing push-up bra.
"I can’t decide what I should do with you, princess," he muttered into my ear, and my breathing quickened. "You’re such an obedient good girl." He kissed my shoulder, and immediately goosebumps appeared on my arms. "Yet you also broke some rules, and you know that I’m very strict about them."
"I didn’t—" I started, but he instantly interrupted me.
"No?" He abruptly turned me around to face him. I gasped, surprised by this quick movement, but I really liked being pinned to the wall by his muscular body. "You rescheduled your training without permission," he stated, and I opened my mouth to object, but he was right. "And, where were you today when I called you?" He raised his eyebrows at me, and I frowned, thinking.
"I was shaving my pussy for you to devour," I replied with a flirtatious wink, but his stoic expression remained. Shit! I was in trouble without even noticing it before.
"So, you broke the rule aboutnottelling me you'd be out of reach," he rumbled, his hand moving to my ass and firmly squeezing my butt cheek. "Writing lines will remind you of your responsibilities."
"What?" I squealed, horrified. "You can’t be serious!"
"Oh, I’m deadly serious, princess," he growled, and my heart sank. "And if you don’t want to sit on your blue ass during your punishment, then you should shut your pretty mouth and do as you’re told."
I felt as the wetness pooled between my legs. The only problem with his suggestion was that he would colour my ass in blue, but instead of great sex and amazing orgasms, I would have to write the lines. He was crazy enough to order me to do nothing else, just to prevent me from finding my release. And it was something I wasn’t ready to risk. So, with a grimace, I sat down behind the desk, where there was a pile of blank papers and a pen, and I waited for a sentence to write repeatedly.
Mr Thorn slowly walked around the table and stopped behind me. My heart was hammering in my chest, and I was slightly nervous because I didn’t know what he was doing. He put his hands on my shoulders and leaned closer, whispering in my ear.
“First line, twenty times: I will always ask for permission,” he ordered, waking up butterflies in my stomach. “Start, princess.”
I probably created a world record. Normally, my handwriting was neatly shaped, smooth, and without any mistakes, but this time, it looked horrible. It didn’t take me more than a few minutes to finish the task, and I gave Mr Thorn a victorious smile.
"Your eagerness is your biggest enemy right now, Electra," he stated, walking into my line of view, and I bit my lower lip. I didn’t like his tone. It was threatening. "Second line: I can’t be out of reach without explanation."
Before I could start in on my ferocious writing again, he grabbed my wrist, stopping me, and I looked at him.
"I want to see thirty beautiful lines, princess. Or you’ll get fifty more while you’ll be sitting on ice. Understood?" His words, in combination with his firm hold of my forearm and his narrowed eyes, sent shivers down my spine and my pussy clenched. This whole situation was great foreplay if it was what he intended it to be. Or maybe he just felt the need to punish me for the things I didn’t even know I’d done. It was an interesting reminder of the rules, which I’d forgotten to follow.
I wrote the lines much slower, and they looked good. It wasn’t perfect, and I wouldn’t win any competitions with them, but he should be satisfied. Yet, his one raised eyebrow and wrinkled nose made me concerned about my bottom. I really didn’t want to spend the night sitting on ice. Shit! When did I become so bratty? Oh, yeah, I know. It was because I was in a room full of equipment that could be used for a disciplinary session, and I couldn’t wait to enjoy them.
"I see my soft approach doesn’t work on you, princess." Mr Thorn sighed, faking annoyance and walking behind me. I had to fight my own mouth to not start grinning. I wanted a spanking, and he knew it. It was exactly the reason he’d ordered me to write the lines. I saw through his tactics, yet he was in charge. "Let’s see if you disobey my commands after I’m done with you tonight."
Excitement filled my body immediately when those words left his gorgeous mouth. I wanted to say something, to provoke him a little, but he didn’t need encouragement to manhandle me. Without any warning, he grabbed my arms and stood me up. I squealed, wriggling to get out of his hold. However, he tossed me onto the bed like a rag doll. I bounced a few times; my legs were spread and I tried to support my upper body on my elbows. He gave me a devilish grin, putting his hands on his hips.
"Scared already?" he mocked me, and I smirked.
"Of you?" I whined, teasing him. "You look like an angry puppy—more adorable than scary."
Two seconds. That was the time he needed to pin me into the mattress with his huge body, trapping me under him. When I tried to push him away, he grabbed my wrists and held them above my head. I couldn’t move. My heart almost jumped out of my chest, and he only chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying my helpless state. He tied me to the bed with an advanced restraining system by my wrists and ankles, preventing me from running away.
