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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,

“No, Master, please.”

a safe word. Use if it you

him to be gentler. She didn’t want him to

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

Safe word or raise your

met his gaze, hoping he would see in her eyes that she wanted to obey, but

you would have obeyed me, even

“I’m scared.”

you

“Yes.”

but you want me to be predictable. You

anything and everything you’ll give

become complacent. It’s

looked at the

or raise

Anna raised her arms.

her nose. He stroked and petted her, licked and kissed her nipples while his fingers danced

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

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,

screamed as Master Jensen delivered another five punishing blows, but

is red,

“Thank you, Master.”

subspace this

“Yes, Master, I did.”

going to keep going,

“Yes.”

“Arms up.”

her nipples for pleasure, weights on her nipples for pain. His finger in her ass for pleasure, a drop chili oil on

more pain, just

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

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 and wanted nothing more

“Come for me, Anna.”

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

vibrator. As her pussy clenched on his cock, the incessant buzz against

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

her down on a chaise. He lay

“Master,” she whispered.

* * *

in the twilight world of post-pleasure. When Jensen got up she clung to him, not wanting

she had in a long time. She, who prided herself on being a good sub, had balked when

time since a scene had given her such utter peace. She hadn’t felt like this since Master

“Anna, baby, wake up.”

not asleep.” She rolled onto her back to look up at him

“Let me see.”

Master. He’d raised the lights, giving the room a twilight glow. He stroked her