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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

was

“No, Master, please.”

have a safe word.

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

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

Safe word or raise your

her eyes that she wanted to

obeyed me, even after a paddling. Now you

“I’m scared.”

you

“Yes.”

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

you’ll give me.

let you become complacent. It’s

the

raise your arms,” he

Anna raised her arms.

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

behind his back as he fucked her.

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 and need. She was a submissive. Her Master wanted to

horse, she cried and screamed as Master Jensen delivered another five punishing blows, but this time when he lifted her

is

“Thank you, Master.”

your subspace this time, didn’t

“Yes, Master, I did.”

to keep going, don’t

“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 her anus for pain. He didn’t speak as he lifted her up the last time.

pain,

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,

dense ball of feeling low in her belly. Her breathing labored through

“Come for me, Anna.”

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

clenched on his cock, the incessant buzz against her clit

from this one, Jensen waved the

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

“Master,” she whispered.

* * *

got up she clung to him, not wanting to lose his warmth, but he soothed her with soft kisses,

shoulders. She felt 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

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

“Anna, baby, wake up.”

up at him and hissed as her ass pressed against the

“Let me see.”

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