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“You better tell him,” Luke said. “He’ll switch to the cane if you don’t. Have you ever been caned, sweetheart?”
She shook her head against the carpet, holding back tears. “No, Sir.”
“I’m told it’s extremely painful. The kind of pain that takes your breath away and makes you want to die until it passes. It would be much easier if you answered the question.”
The crop came down again—harder than the first time—causing her to cry out and grip the edge of the rug. “P-please don’t.”
“Answer! Why couldn’t you come?” Robert asked again. His voice had gone scarier.
“You didn’t make me.”
“Is it the only way you can come? If we make you?”
She cringed at his tone, fearful he’d hit her again. “I-I don’t know. Maybe.”
“Roll onto your back.”
Veronica rolled over, her eyes still shut. On her knees with her forehead on the carpet, she’d been able to stay in a space inside herself, in the room but not totally there. On her back, with no way to shield her facial expressions or hide her tears, she felt more exposed before them.
She shivered as the crop gently caressed her face, her neck, down between her breasts, then between her legs.
“Open your eyes, slut.”
When she hesitated, the crop came down over her most private area. She shrieked and her eyes shot open.
“That’s better. Now come for me.”
It was the scene in the bedroom with Luke a few nights ago all over again. Except this time, both of them watched her. She wasn’t sure what it was about this that was harder than anything else she’d endured since she’d come to the ranch.
She turned to Luke, her lower lip trembling. “P-please, Sir...”
“Why are you appealing to me? He’s the one with the crop in his hand.”
“But your brand is on my hip. You’re the one who owns me. You can stop him.”
Luke smirked. “You say it at the most convenient moments.” He stood and crossed to the black toy box then turned the dial on the combination and opened it.
“Stand,” Luke said, as he rummaged through the box.
She struggled to her feet and when he’d found the items he was looking for, he led her to the metal pole that looked like a stripper pole but sturdier and larger. He pressed her back against it and wrapped ropes around her torso, tying them securely around her so she couldn’t get away, but leaving her hands free.
Next he took a long, dark strip of cloth and blindfolded her. “I think you know what’s going to happen, Ronnie. You’re going to masturbate for us, or you’re going to be in a lot of pain. Do you want that?”
“N-no, Sir.”
“The choice between pleasure and pain shouldn’t be such a hard choice, don’t you agree?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He pressed a ball gag into her mouth and secured the offending straps around her head. Being blindfolded had been almost a blessing, but being unable to plead with them was a special kind of hell. What if she was really hurt? What if she couldn’t beg for mercy? She believed Luke would come to her aid if things went too far... if she could communicate with him. She heard his footsteps move back across the floor and the sound of leather creaking as he sat, no doubt watching her with smug satisfaction.
“Finger yourself like a good slut,” Robert said, his voice hard and demanding. Gentle Robert was long gone.
Veronica whimpered around the gag, and the crop came down across her thighs causing her to jerk in her bonds. She was surrounded by and immersed in a melting pot of sensations. The soft cloth over her eyes, the wetness of her tears and between her legs, the burning warmth of her skin where the crop had fallen, the scratchy ropes, the cold, hard pole pressed against her back.
“I can switch to the cane if you need more motivation.”
“I think she needs a taste of it before she can know why she wants to avoid it,” Luke said.
