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Continuing his torment, he worked her tits until they burned. Then, whipping her around, he thrust her over a saw horse conveniently standing just behind her.
“I should have come here before, it’s inspiring what you have to work with.” He pushed her short skirt to her waist, finding her ass clothed in a thong panty, and garter-belt. He pulled at the thong. “Panties?” he growled. He pulled the thong so hard it hurt, cutting her along the soft flesh it was meant to cover.
“Please,” she whimpered.
“And where did these come from? I thought I told you to keep this cunt of yours naked?” She said nothing, seconds later feeling the crack of leather against her ass. “Is that not what I told you,” he demanded an answer.
“Yes, Miles.”
“Too bad. I was planning to fuck you, spank you a little, and then fuck you. Now I’ll have to punish you. You’ll regret this blunder.”
She wasn’t surprised that he’d spank her ass; the leather had already heated her breasts. But now she’d angered him and worried over the consequence of her misbehavior.
The leather flew ferociously, striking her bottom in fast, repeated strikes. She wanted to cry, but kept her anguish to herself. She couldn’t have a janitor or curator appearing on the scene and finding her this way. She groaned deeply, and struggled with her hands—only to find the bonds becoming tighter the more she pulled against them.
“Please Miles, please stop, I’m so sorry,” she whispered passionately.
He ignored the comment and continue the blows.
The awkward position over the wooden sawhorse was painful; and she had to spread her legs wide to keep from toppling forward. But this position only opened her cleft more lewdly and allowed the leather to strike between her rear cheeks where the cuts blistered the skin.
She wanted to let loose with a frantic howl, but couldn’t.
When Miles finally stopped, she hoped this was the end to her ordeal, but instead, she saw the man fish around the storeroom. “This should do,” he said.
From the corner of her eye she saw the bamboo in his hand—a piece from an old display, tossed in a corner, no use to the museum. If she’d known what it would do to her rear, Tessa would have begged him to find something else.
A sizzling sound cut through the air, an instant later, the bamboo landed with a snap across both ass cheeks.
“Yeeeaw…” she couldn’t help the cry that surfaced, splitting the air with her instantaneous woe.
“It hurts, doesn’t it, Tessa?” he chortled satisfied that he was cutting her more deeply than he ever had before.
He landed another strike in the same place, and she fought to squelch the pain and the scream about to blare from her mouth. Another two strikes with the same fierce action, and sobs spilled from her gut. Soft as her cries were by necessity, they were as impassioned as a blood curdling scream. “No more please,” she wailed at Miles in a savage whisper.
“No more what?” he said, as if he were laughing at her. Another two stripes devastated her rear. She would have fallen forward on her head, just to get away from another, but thankfully, that wasn’t necessary. Miles pulled her up by her bound hands, and held her around the waist, whispering in her ear.
“A good submissive anticipates her dominant’s will, and she never, ever, fails to do as she’s told.”
Her sobbing made her body heave, made tears spill on to Miles’ arm. He waited until she had quieted body and soul, holding her, letting his forceful command consume her. Though calmer, her bottom still burned with a fierce fire tearing through the wounded flesh.
At last, he let go of her waist and pushed her back against the sawhorse to view the damage. All six cuts had left cruel welts, and in two places he’d broken the skin, just slightly. Removing his handkerchief, he dabbed the specks of blood away.
“How lovely,” he exclaimed. “I imagine these will last some time. You’d better watch yourself, Tessa, or you may never heal this tender place.” He pulled her to her feet again.
“I’m sorry about the panties, I wasn’t thinking,” she apologized.
“Don’t waste your apology. Following my wishes is what matters.”
“But, I wasn’t certain if you still wanted me.”
“Why would you think that?” he asked, both annoyed and surprised by the admission.
“Martine.”
“Really? Martine thought otherwise, that you were actually aroused by my screwing her.”
“I am, but I don’t think I should be.”
