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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.”

it?” she whispered in

was

“No, Master, please.”

word. Use if

she just wanted him to be gentler. She didn’t want him to push her, didn’t want to be taken to her

bowed her head. She was a liar—she called herself a good submissive, and yet when

or raise

see in her eyes that she wanted to obey,

become lazy, love. Six months ago you would have obeyed me, even after a paddling.

“I’m scared.”

you

“Yes.”

to be predictable. You

I want anything and everything you’ll give me. I just…I

become complacent.

looked at the

raise your arms,” he

Anna raised her arms.

of sandalwood filled her nose. He stroked and petted her, licked and kissed her nipples while his fingers danced over

lifted her by the hips and impaled her on his cock. Anna wrapped her fingers around the straps of the suspension cuffs and locked her legs behind 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 of the wand against

the verge of climax, Master Jensen pulled out. He switched the muzzle for the gag while she was still suspended. As she took her first breath of sage-scented air, fear settled over her, but this time it was different. The fear was laced with acceptance

another five punishing blows, but this time when he lifted her

is

“Thank you, Master.”

your subspace this time,

“Yes, Master, I did.”

I’m going to keep going,

“Yes.”

“Arms up.”

the pain in her ass was constant. He’d incorporated other toys—clamps on her nipples for pleasure, weights on her nipples for pain. His finger in her ass for pleasure, a drop chili oil on

pain, just

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

dense ball of feeling low in her belly. Her breathing labored through the mask, her mind was blank. She needed and wanted nothing

“Come for me, Anna.”

ending had lit up at once. Her toes curled, her fingers clenched. Jensen groaned against her shoulder as he too

her pussy clenched on his cock, the incessant buzz against her clit threw her into another

she came down from this one, Jensen waved the slave away.

cuffs and muzzle. He then lifted her, carrying her into a corner and laying her down on a chaise. He lay beside her. Anna rested her head on the chest of the

“Master,” she whispered.

* * *

sleep. She drifted in the twilight world of post-pleasure. When Jensen got up she clung to him, not wanting to lose his warmth, but he soothed her with soft kisses, then

calmer, and more humble, than she had in a long time. She, who prided herself on being a good sub, had balked when her Master had demanded true surrender, the surrender that came with

her such utter peace. She hadn’t felt

“Anna, baby, wake up.”

look up at him and hissed as

“Let me see.”

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