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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.”

she

was hard, merciless.

“No, Master, please.”

word.

him to be gentler. She didn’t

her head. She was a liar—she called herself a good

or raise

her eyes that she wanted to obey, but was

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

“I’m scared.”

you trust

“Yes.”

you want me to be predictable. You don’t want

and everything you’ll give me. I just…I didn’t expect

become complacent. It’s

looked at the dangling chains above

or raise

Anna raised her arms.

put the muzzle on her. The warm scent of sandalwood filled her nose. He stroked and petted her, licked and kissed her nipples while his

back as he fucked her.

fear

five punishing

is red,

“Thank you, Master.”

your subspace this time, didn’t

“Yes, Master, I did.”

to keep going, don’t

“Yes.”

“Arms up.”

them through three more rounds of pleasure and pain. By the end, she’d had twenty five strikes from the paddle and 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 her anus for pain. He didn’t speak as he

pain, just

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 her aching core. At

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 and wanted nothing more or less than whatever

“Come for me, Anna.”

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

ordered Pet to stop using the vibrator. As her pussy clenched on his cock, the incessant buzz against her clit threw her into

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

freed her, stripping away the cuffs and muzzle. He then lifted her, carrying her into a corner and laying her down on a chaise. He lay beside her.

“Master,” she whispered.

* * *

didn’t sleep. She drifted in the twilight world of post-pleasure. When Jensen got up she clung to him,

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 giving

a long time since a scene had given her such utter

“Anna, baby, wake up.”

She rolled onto her back to look up at him and hissed as

“Let me see.”

lights, giving the room a twilight glow. He stroked her spine, fingers dipping to the top of her ass, but not