Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
“You have the most perfect ass, Pet,” he told her. “And it looks so pretty when it’s pink.”
He smacked his hand down on her right cheek and she let out a squeal. “Sir!”
“Yes?” he asked.
“I thought my punishment was the anal plug?”
“No, Pet. It’s not. Your punishment is a spanking and then the anal plug is just part of your training. I want to stretch you so you can take my cock here. Unless your limits have changed?”
She hadn’t put anal sex or play as a limit. But he was aware that she also didn’t have any experience with anal sex.
In fact, for someone who said she’d been to a BDSM club several times, she had little experience at anything.
It made him curious.
“No, Sir.”
“Good girl for being honest. I know you might be scared about what this will be like. Remember, you can always use your safeword if you need to. And there will never be any consequences.”
He felt her relax over his lap.
“But our play shouldn’t hurt you. Not if we prepare you right. Have you ever seen any anal play at the clubs you were at?”
“Um, yes, a bit.”
“Did it turn you on? Make your pussy go wet?”
Her breathing grew faster. He guessed that was a yes. But she didn’t reply.
So he gave her several sharp, hard smacks to the ass.
“Ouch!” she cried. “What was that for? Sir?”
Oh, she was lucky that she added that Sir on the end or she’d have been in even bigger trouble than she was in.
“What should you do if I ask you a question, Pet?”
“Answer,” she said.
“Well?”
“Oh. Um . . .”
Smack! Smack!
“Yes, Sir!” she cried. “It turned me on!”
“That’s better.” He rubbed the sting into her ass before he began spanking her again.
Ten spanks later, he stopped to rub her bottom again.
“Why are you being punished, Pet?” he asked.
She took several deep breaths, relaxing over his lap. “Because I didn’t answer you, Sir. Or obey you before.”
“That’s right. You know that when you’re Pet and I’m Sir that you are supposed to do as you are told.”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”
“I know you like sucking on my cock, but there are times when you won’t be able or allowed to do that.”
“That just doesn’t seem fair, Sir,” she grumbled.
“No? You think that my dick should be at your beck and call?” he asked, amusement filling him.
“Well, yeah. I don’t think that’s too much to ask for.”
His poor girl.
She still seemed to think she had some control.
“I’m afraid that it doesn’t work that way, Pet,” he told her. “You only get my cock when I say you can have it.”
“That’s really sad,” she grumbled, making him want to smile again.
This was definitely what he’d needed.
A distraction.
But she was more than that.
She was fast becoming his entire life.
“Poor Pet,” he mock-sympathized before he started spanking her again.
This time he kept going until she was completely slumped over his lap, her breath coming in sharp pants.
Was she going to cry?
He had yet to see her cry and he had to admit that worried him. Why wouldn’t she cry?
Childhood trauma?
Something that had happened in her adult life? She spoke very little about either, only giving the barest of information.
“How are you doing, Pet?” he asked as he ran his finger up and down the seam of her ass.
“Well, I have a sore butt, Sir.”
“I guess you would. It’s nice and red. But that’s what you get when you disobey Sir. I expect you to remember this in future.”
Somehow, he didn’t think that would happen.
“Yes, Sir.”
“That’s my good girl.” He parted her ass cheeks so he could stare down at her back hole. “Such a gorgeous bottom.”
He placed a finger on her hole, watching it contract. “Just relax, Pet.”
“I don’t know how to do that when you have a finger in my bottom.”
“Hmm, it’s not in your bottom just yet.”
A small whimper escaped her as he pushed his finger against her back hole.
“Hurting, Pet?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good girl. I just want you to listen to me. Do you need some help relaxing and obeying?”
She didn’t answer for a moment, but he knew that she was thinking his question through.
“Yes, please, Sir.”
“Good girl for telling me what you need.” He reached back into his drawer and drew out an eye mask and some lube. He’d started to stash eye masks all over the place so he could be ready if she ever needed him to take over for her.
Perhaps he should start stashing lube around the place as well.
Not a bad idea.
He settled the eye mask over her eyes and immediately felt her relax. He rubbed her back for a moment. “Good girl. Just relax and listen to Sir.”
“Yes, Sir.”
When she felt truly relaxed, and all of the tension had disappeared from her muscles, he picked up the lube and squirted some on a couple of fingers. Then he parted her bottom cheeks again and ran the lube over her hole.