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He rubbed his hand over her bottom, soothing it. “My good, good girl,” he murmured and she shivered in response. He tapped her nicely pinked bottom lightly, causing her to jolt. “Stay, pet.”
That was the punishment for failure to comply with his orders. The bigger problem, though, was Abby’s inability or unwillingness to communicate. He couldn’t add anything more or take anything away from their relationship unless he understood exactly what the problem was. So, to combat that, he’d temporarily taken away her ability to do just that. She could safeword if she needed to. Or in this case safegesture by dropping the cat toy in her hand, but he wasn’t going to listen to her constant apologies for misbehavior and empty promises that it wouldn’t happen again.
Promises were sacred, to Tex’s way of thinking. From both the Dom and the sub. If you promised to submit unless you couldn’t for physical, mental, or emotional reasons and agreed to explain what those reasons were, then you should honor your promise. Abby’s problem was that picked and chose which parts of that promise she would keep. She could tell him what she couldn’t or wouldn’t do for physical reasons. But anything that skirted the border of the emotional or mental she shut down on him.
“I’ve been where you are, pet,” he told her gently. “I’ve submitted. In exactly this way.” She turned to look at him, eyes wide. “Surprised?” he asked. “I would never ask someone to do something unless I knew exactly what it was I was asking them for. For training purposes, I have been a sub to a female Dominant. It was difficult, uncomfortable at times, but ultimately I learned a lot. I’m only trying to help you, Abby. To explore with you what you’re capable of, what you’re interested in, what you don’t like simply because it’s strange and new to you rather than something that actually turns you off.”
He picked up the finger of ginger root. Now the real punishment would begin. He came around behind her, and used his free hand to reach down and rub her pussy. She was a little wet. Probably had been through most of the hand spanking. He worked her pussy, rubbing her clit and thumbing her hole. She wiggled into his hand. “Oh, yes,” he said quietly. “My pet likes that. I know you liked the hand spanking, pet. We’ll discuss the spoon at a later time.” She was probably too shocked and confused at the wooden spoon to analyze it clearly this time. Maybe she liked it, maybe she hated it. Too soon to tell.
He let her use his fingers until she tightened up, body ripe for orgasm, then he withdrew his hand. Abby moaned in disappointment.
“Sorry, pet. This is punishment.” He allowed her a moment to calm down. “Abby,” he said firmly. “You need to listen to me. Are you listening?” She nodded. “There are a few things you’re going to need to know. One. This will hurt.” She tensed and he saw it. “A lot,” he added. “It will not harm you in any way. We’ve talked about this, right? The difference between hurt and harm?” He waited for her nod. “This will hurt, but it will not harm. Understand?”
He got a nod that he deemed satisfactory and reached down, stroking her pussy again. He wet his fingers and brought them up to her ass. “Easy now,” he told her. With his other hand he guided the ginger root, which was about four inches total in length and twice the size of his thumb to her entrance. “Relax, pet, and accept this. This is my body to use and control, right? This ass is mine. To fuck, to lick, to punish. Now, your ass will be punished.” He slid the ginger root in. “Stay calm. And do not clench.”
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Abby wasn’t sure what Mark was doing to her. But then, she was never quite sure what he was doing. Hadn’t he said that was the point? The spanking had been amazing. It hurt, but then the tingly sensation afterward had been exquisite. Then he’d hit her with something harder. She had been trying to figure out what it was. She hadn’t seen him take anything from the bedroom. So it must have been something in the kitchen. One of the wooden spoons she suspected. The first blow had completely caught her off guard. Then she found herself trying to ward them off any way she could, which had proved difficult to do with her hands behind her back.
She had considered dropping the ball, but couldn’t bring herself to do it. Mark had been in the army. Had been through much worse physical punishment than she could ever imagine. How much would she disappoint him if she couldn’t even take a punishment spanking? She’d gripped the ball tighter and bit down on the gag and did her best to endure, but she was relieved it was over.
