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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

face was hard, merciless.

“No, Master, please.”

safe word. Use if it

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

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

or raise

his gaze, hoping he would see in 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

“Yes.”

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

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

let you become complacent. It’s

looked at the

or raise your

Anna raised her arms.

and petted her, licked and kissed her nipples while his fingers danced over her clit. Faster than she would have believed possible, the fear and pain of a

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 was on 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 and need. She was a

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

ass is

“Thank you, Master.”

found your subspace this time,

“Yes, Master, I did.”

to keep

“Yes.”

“Arms up.”

pleasure, weights on her nipples

pain,

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 his command Pet applied the vibrator to

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.”

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

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

one, Jensen waved the

down on

“Master,” she whispered.

* * *

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

ached dully, 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 true surrender, the surrender that came with giving up

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

“Anna, baby, wake up.”

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

“Let me see.”

stood, presenting 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 her ass, but not