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She didn’t want pain—she wanted the wonderful pleasure of a few moments ago.

He locked the suspension cuffs together behind her back, then took a short belt from the bag. He strapped her elbows together, forcing her shoulders back.

“This is punishment, Anna. Not play punishment, not pain as a path to pleasure, but true punishment.”

Anna wanted to beg him not to do it, to plead with him not to hurt her when she’d done nothing wrong.

But he was her Master. It was his right to use and train her.

Her arms were lifted away from her back, increasing the pressure on her shoulders, and attached to the frame high above her. More straps secured her legs to the legs of the horse. Her ass and pussy were extended out over the end of the bench, leaving them completely vulnerable.

“The paddle.”

Pet passed Master Jensen a long wood paddle with holes drilled into it. Anna’s eyes widened and she thrashed, trying and failing to scream.

“Take deep breaths and calm down. I’m going to paddle you, and it is going to hurt.”

Anna sucked in air laced with the scent of sage. Master Jensen rubbed the cheeks of her ass.

Crack.

The first blow stung, the pain lasting far longer than that from a blow with a hand or crop did. Anna’s scream was only a muffled squeak.

Crack.

She pressed her face against the wood, tears filling her eyes.

Crack.

The paddle made a whistling noise as it descended to strike her vulnerable and waiting ass.

Crack.

“Pet, deflate the gag.”

Anna’s relief as the thing invading her mouth grew smaller was short lived.

“This is the last one for now.”

Crack.

The blow was harder than the others. Anna sobbed as the pain radiated up from her ass. She barely noticed her legs and arms being released, or Master Jensen helping her to stand before he pulled the gag off. She cuddled against his chest, taking great shuddering breaths.

He eased her away and held up the muzzle. Anna jumped back.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m putting this back on you.”

“Wait, wait.” She held up both hands. “You’re going to do it again?”

“Yes.”

of it?” she whispered in

face was hard, merciless.

“No, Master, please.”

have a safe word. Use

want to walk away, she just wanted him to be gentler. She didn’t want him to

head. She was a liar—she called herself a good submissive, and yet when faced with a true

or raise your

he would see in her

Six months ago you would have obeyed me,

“I’m scared.”

you trust

“Yes.”

trust me, but you want me to be predictable. You don’t want to

you’ll give me.

become complacent. It’s my

at the dangling chains

or raise your arms,”

Anna raised her arms.

sandalwood filled her nose. He stroked and petted her, licked and kissed her nipples while his fingers danced over her clit. Faster than she would have believed possible, the fear and

his back as he fucked her. Master Jensen ordered Pet to stand beside them. She maneuvered the vibrator between their bodies so that with each thrust, Jensen was pushing the head

air, fear settled over her, but this time it was different. The fear was laced with

five punishing blows, but this time when he lifted her up, she merely

is red,

“Thank you, Master.”

subspace this

“Yes, Master, I did.”

to keep going,

“Yes.”

“Arms up.”

He’d incorporated other toys—clamps on her nipples for pleasure, weights on her nipples for pain. His finger in her ass for

more pain,

time he’d spoken in what seemed like hours. Pet put the muzzle on her and Master Jensen dropped to his knees and pressed his tongue to her pussy. He licked and sucked her until she was moaning, then he went around behind her, his hips against her burning bottom. His cock slid into her pussy, filling

in her ass, the fingers on her nipples and vibrator on her clit all combined into a dense ball of feeling low in her belly. Her breathing labored through the mask, her mind was blank. She needed

“Come for me, Anna.”

crashing waves of pleasure. It was as if every nerve ending had lit up at

on his cock, the incessant buzz against her clit threw her

from this one, Jensen waved the

corner and laying her down on a chaise. He lay beside her.

“Master,” she whispered.

* * *

to him, not wanting to lose his warmth, but he soothed her with soft kisses,

than she had in a long time. She, who prided herself on being a good sub, had balked when her Master had demanded true

scene had given her such utter peace. She hadn’t

“Anna, baby, wake up.”

She rolled onto her back to look up at him

“Let me see.”

stood, presenting her back to her Master. He’d raised the lights, giving the room a twilight glow. He stroked her spine, fingers