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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 hard,

“No, Master, please.”

You have a safe word. Use if

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

herself a good

Safe word or raise

her eyes that she wanted to obey, but was

Six months ago you would have obeyed me, even after a paddling. Now you want to run

“I’m scared.”

you trust

“Yes.”

want me to be predictable. You don’t

want anything and everything you’ll give me.

let you become complacent. It’s my

the dangling chains above

raise your

Anna raised her arms.

warm scent of 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

behind his back as he fucked her. Master Jensen ordered

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 beat

five punishing blows, but this time when he lifted

ass is

“Thank you, Master.”

your subspace

“Yes, Master, I did.”

going to keep

“Yes.”

“Arms up.”

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 lifted her up the last time. She raised her arms even as she swayed. He strapped her

more 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

of feeling low in her belly. Her breathing labored through the mask, her

“Come for me, Anna.”

pleasure. It was as if every nerve ending had lit up at once. Her toes

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

down from this one, Jensen waved the slave away. “Enough, Pet. Thank you. You may

the 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

“Master,” she whispered.

* * *

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

as did her 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

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

“Anna, baby, wake up.”

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

“Let me see.”

off and stood, presenting her back to her Master. He’d raised the lights, giving the room a twilight glow. He