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“Good.”
He placed the strap down and I pressed my forehead against the table in relief. When he cleared his throat, I lifted my head to see his hands on top of the covered silver platter.
“Before we came down to dinner, I told you that if you misbehaved that I would replace the plug with something far worse, didn’t I, my little concubine?” he warned, and I stilled.
I’d forgotten his threat. I’d been too caught up in my nerves and anger that it had completely slipped my mind.
“You did, Your Majesty,” I whimpered, staring at the mystery platter with sudden trepidation. I watched anxiously as his fingers slowly wound around the handle to reveal what appeared to be several white-ish roots. There were a few cloths on top of the plate too and when he picked them up and unrolled them, I saw that there were knives wrapped inside.
“Do you know what this is?” he asked.
I swallowed nervously. I didn’t want to answer, though I knew I didn’t have a choice.
“It’s ginger,” I answered nervously.
“Indeed, it is,” he replied.
He slid the plate in front of me and picked up a thick piece of the root. I watched almost in disbelief as he took a small paring knife and started to whittle off the knobs until he rounded it into a similar shape as the plug in my bottom, only a bit thicker. I swallowed nervously as his intentions quickly became apparent. When he was finished, he picked up another small knife and began to score it.
He walked around the table and returned to my side, lovingly pressing his palm against my hip in a silent offer of support.
“This is going to hurt, baby girl. I want you to know that,” he said darkly. I couldn’t move as his fingers delved in between my bottom cheeks, only to grasp the plug and roughly pull it out. I whimpered loudly as the residual ache from the toy ricocheted over me. I peered back at him nervously, waiting for what was to come next.
I stared at the carved piece of ginger in his fingers, watching as he placed the metal plug back on the table. I could feel my pussy clenching in anxious arousal, and I wondered if everyone could see just how turned on and scared that I was at that very moment.
I stilled as he walked behind me. There was no hesitation in his movements as he spread my bottom and pressed the end of the carved ginger plug against my bottom hole. It felt wet and cool at first. He pressed it into me slowly, taking care to insert it gradually. I gasped as the widest point stretched me a bit further than the plug had, feeling the intense burning sensation race up and down my spine, before it began to fade as the ginger settled inside me.
He held his fingers at the end of the plug, twisting it little by little as I lay over the table, spread wide for him to punish as he saw fit.
I didn’t know what to expect and didn’t move when his touch left mine. After a moment, I began to feel a little warm. I swallowed gently, thinking it might just be residual sensation from the spanking and the traitorous arousal racing through my veins, but then it started to settle deep inside my ass. It turned from a gradual—and maybe even a bit enjoyable—warmth to something that kept getting fiercer. I noticed that it was beginning to hurt.
Fuck.
My bottom hole was really starting to burn, leaving no doubt in my mind that it was the ginger itself causing such a terrible stinging sensation. It began gradually and then grew hotter and hotter until it felt like my skin had caught on fire. My hips rolled shamefully from side to side, trying to lessen the burning agony, but it didn’t work. My body tightened around it and the sting intensified. I whimpered and turned my head to face Matteo.
“Oh, it hurts,” I whispered.
This was a very different kind of pain; it went deeper. It throbbed hotter and it left no doubt in my mind that I was no longer in control. It was worse than the spanking because it was constant and never stopped. It wasn’t punctuated by each blow. It went on and on and I was fearful that I couldn’t see an end in sight. I didn’t know if it was ever going to stop.
“It’s supposed to. I scored it to release the juices of the root into your skin far more thoroughly than if it wasn’t. That ensures that your introduction to ginger is not going to be gentle, baby girl. You’re being punished and this is going to stay in your little bottom until I decide that you’ve learned your lesson,” he said sternly, and the crowd erupted in applause.
My bottom hole burned hotter and I squeezed my eyes shut. I had thought it was just going to hurt when he’d pushed it inside me. I hadn’t expected how much it continued to sting the longer it was in my sore little hole.
It just kept building until it was so intense that I wanted to cry from its cruel sting alone. My hips rolled shamefully from side to side and I realized that my arousal had slickened my inner thighs. I was ridiculously wet by being punished this way and I was sure he and everyone else could see it.
Matteo pressed his palm against my aching pussy and slid his fingers up and down my wet folds with ease. He circled my clit and then pushed two fingers inside me. I keened, losing myself in the pain that the ginger wrought and the pleasure that his twirling fingers gave me. He pumped those fingers in and out of my pussy and the crowd roared when I moaned with pleasure. Or was it pain. I didn’t know.
I blushed hard, but I couldn’t focus on the people watching when my bottom hole was burning like this and when his fingers were inside me. He teased me until I was on the edge of orgasm and I realized I just wanted to come, even though I was in more pain that I thought I could ever bear.
I groaned with desire as his fingers pumped in and out of me, but he stilled, and I whined with disappointment. He pulled his fingers free of me and I cried out anxiously as he picked up another piece of ginger that he’d left close by. He whittled it quickly, carving it into a phallic shape and I grew nervous watching him. He scored it just like he had the plug before he returned to me with the new piece in his hands. I swayed from side to side, trying to reconcile with the cruel burn in my bottom and what he intended to do with this second piece.
The moment he pressed it against the entrance to my pussy, I stilled.
No. He couldn’t mean to punish me there too, could he?
My bottom hole already burned from the ginger and now as another piece of it threatened to press into my pussy, I feared what that might mean.
“Wait, please,” I begged.
