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She’d responded so well when I’d spanked her. I wondered if her pussy would get wet when I whipped her, too.
Even if she didn’t become aroused, she’d attain a different kind of release in surrendering to me. There was peace in submission.
“Take a deep breath,” I ordered softly. She complied. “Good girl. Another.”
I waited until her even breaths matched mine. She stopped shaking, and I decided she was ready.
“Come with me.” I finally released her neck and stepped away, taking her hand in mine so I could lead her across the dungeon.
She appeared dazed, her eyes slightly glassy and her features slack. I was relieved that I’d managed to calm her, but I didn’t like her unfocused gaze. I’d call her attention back to me soon enough.
She stopped dead in her tracks when her eyes finally landed on our destination: the spanking bench. Her mouth gaped in horror, and I knew she must recognize its function.
Fascinating.
I had so many questions for her. How did my innocent little virgin know about such things?
“No.” She distracted me with her staunch refusal.
“You don’t get to say no. This is your punishment.”
“You said you wouldn’t hurt me.” She tried in vain to jerk her hand out of my vise-like grip.
“I said I wouldn’t harm you,” I corrected her. “This won’t leave any permanent marks. Although, I’m interested to see how easily your pretty skin bruises. I do like seeing my marks on my pet.”
She shook her head in wild denial. “Stop it! Stop. I’m not your pet. I don’t want be marked or bruised.”
“How else will you learn?”
“I don’t need to learn anything. I just need you to let me go.”
“You don’t know what you need. I know what’s best for you.”
“You don’t know shit,” she spat. “You’re fucked up. You’re so fucking messed up. Fuck you.”
She continued to curse at me as I pulled her inexorably forward. She wouldn’t get any tender treatment from me until I tamed that filthy mouth.
My silence seemed to make the expletives come faster. While the disrespect rankled, the insults didn’t raise my wrath. She’d practically been begging for a punishment every time she’d used foul language with me. It was past time to discipline her.
I was careful not to bruise her as I maneuvered her body, bending her at the waist so her torso pressed against the bench. I buckled her wrists in place at either side of her head. I didn’t grant her any lingering touches as I worked on her restraints. I wouldn’t use violence against her to make her comply; my movements were firm but methodical. The pain I planned to administer would be controlled, deliberate. I was more than capable of securing her without resorting to brutal force.
Despite her cuffed hands, she tried to push up off the padded bench. I drew a thick leather strap around her waist and buckled it in place, pinning her down. All she could do now was shift on her feet, and I quickly stilled even those efforts by spreading her legs and cuffing her ankles wide apart.
She was completely exposed and vulnerable to me, her pink pussy and tight asshole on display. She continued to jerk and writhe against her restraints, her curses becoming more high-pitched as she realized her helpless predicament.
She didn’t seem to notice my brief withdrawal as I went to the far wall, where all my implements for torment hung in neat rows. I selected what I needed and returned to her.
On her final curse, I took advantage of her open mouth, slipping the ball gag between her lips. Her teeth offered some resistance, but shock made her pliant. I buckled the leather straps at the back of her head, forcing the gag deep. She’d barely be able to move her tongue, much less cuss at me.
She thrashed, trying to shake the gag free. It wasn’t going anywhere until I decided to remove it.
That wouldn’t happen for quite some time.
I gripped her hair, tugging her head back to still her shaking head. She cried out at the little bite of pain as I forced her to become aware of my presence where I loomed over her. Her shocked cry was muffled by the gag, the smothered sound making my cock jerk back to attention.
I stared down at her, watching as she struggled for breath. After a few seconds, she learned how to breathe through her nose, but my harsh hold on her hair kept her head tipped back, further restricting her airflow.
She finally quieted, her gaze focusing on my face as I took full command of her attention for the first time since she’d slipped into her little tirade.
