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Pulling the nylon beanie off her head, Brock enjoyed watching the flow of long hair escaping to land half way down her back. Picking up where he’d left off before discovering the wig, he shoved his fingers into the thick hair near her skull, yanking her head back just hard enough to pull a groan from his captive.
“Now that I have your attention, I’d like you to give me just one kink that isn’t on your hard limits list.” When she didn’t answer, he added. “Come on… there has to be at least one thing you’ve tried that you enjoyed or why in the world would you be working so hard to get back inside?”
It took nearly a minute long standoff before it finally dawned on him. The reason for her silence. Her fear. Her curiosity.
“You haven’t played in the lifestyle at all yet, have you.”
The guilt in her eyes turned what had started as a question into a statement.
She wasn’t just inexperienced. She was a novice. A newbie.
“Christ, you aren’t a virgin are you?”
“No! It’s nothing like that. I just haven’t… well… you know…”
The blush on her cheeks was adorable. She was embarrassed. Maybe humiliation was her thing. He could work with that.
Her “Owie,” came one second after his next swat to her ass. “Sir!”
“Good girl.”
There it was. He could see in her eyes she liked being called a good girl.
I hope I get the chance to see if she likes being called a naughty girl even more.
“I’m going to lift this sexy black dress off you now, Marley, and you’re going to stay kneeled at my feet. We’re going to get to know each other while we enjoy the debauchery going on around us. If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you keep your bra and panties on but the next time you forget to address me as Sir, I’ll be collecting those from you and you’ll be kneeling up in your birthday suit. Understood?”
Marley swallowed hard before whispering, “Yes, Sir.”
The form fitting dress hugged her curvy body perfectly. Once it lay in a heap next to the chair, he couldn’t help but whistle.
Some men might say she needed to lose a few pounds, but to Brock, her body was perfect. Plenty of sexy nooks and crannies to explore… to punish… to pleasure.
As tempting as it was to keep her facing him he needed to watch her reaction to the intense punishment happening just a few feet away more.
Her body tensed in his arms and she tried to turn her head to the side.
“Watch. Tell me what you see.”
Silence.
“Marley.”
“I don’t get it. Why is she letting him do that to her, Sir?”
It was the first time she’d used the honorific without a reminder. Progress.
Brock let her watch another stroke of the loopy johnny connecting with the sobbing submissive’s beet-red ass only a few feet away before answering.
“My guess is, she needs it.”
He’d expected push back, not silence. “What else do you see, Marley?”
Tearing her eyes away from the closest punishment happening near by, his sub took a full minute to take in everything happening around them. As he waited for her answer, he felt her body starting to rhythmically sway in his arms.
“I see pain, Sir.” Her answer was soft. He almost missed it.
As her swaying grew erratic, Brock slipped his dress shoe forward between her bent legs, lifting the leathered tip up to graze the gusset of her panties. Marley’s shuddering groan gave him the proof he needed to counter, “You see pain but I see pleasure.”
