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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,

“No, Master, please.”

word. Use if

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

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

word or raise

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

Six months ago you would have obeyed

“I’m scared.”

you trust

“Yes.”

want me to be predictable. You don’t want

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

become complacent.

at the dangling

word or raise your arms,”

Anna raised her arms.

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

and locked her legs behind his back as he fucked her. Master Jensen ordered Pet to stand

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 helpless over the horse, she cried and screamed as Master Jensen delivered another five punishing blows, but this

is

“Thank you, Master.”

your subspace this time,

“Yes, Master, I did.”

know I’m going to keep

“Yes.”

“Arms up.”

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

pain, just

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

dense ball of feeling low in her belly. Her breathing

“Come for me, Anna.”

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

vibrator. As her pussy clenched on his cock, the incessant buzz against her clit threw her into another

the slave away.

gentle hands he 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. Anna rested her head on the chest

“Master,” she whispered.

* * *

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

did her shoulders. She felt calmer, and more humble, than she had in a long time. She, who prided herself

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

“Anna, baby, wake up.”

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

“Let me see.”

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