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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 whispered in

face was

“No, Master, please.”

You have a safe word. Use if

be gentler. She didn’t

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

word or

hoping he would see in her eyes

months ago you would have obeyed me, even after a paddling. Now

“I’m scared.”

you trust

“Yes.”

to be predictable. You

anything and everything you’ll

you become complacent. It’s

at the dangling

raise your arms,” he

Anna raised her arms.

on her. The warm scent of sandalwood filled her nose. He stroked and petted her, licked and kissed

fucked her. Master Jensen ordered Pet to stand beside them. She maneuvered the vibrator between their bodies so that with each

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

another five punishing blows,

ass is red,

“Thank you, Master.”

your subspace this time, didn’t

“Yes, Master, I did.”

going to keep going, don’t

“Yes.”

“Arms up.”

her ass was constant. He’d incorporated other toys—clamps on her nipples for pleasure, weights on her nipples for pain.

more pain,

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

vibrator on her clit all combined into a dense ball of feeling low in her belly. Her breathing

“Come for me, Anna.”

of colored lights and crashing waves of pleasure. It was as if every nerve ending had lit up at once. Her toes curled, her fingers clenched. Jensen groaned

hadn’t ordered Pet to stop using the vibrator. As her pussy clenched on his cock, the incessant buzz against

from this one, Jensen waved the

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

“Master,” she whispered.

* * *

up she clung to him, not wanting to lose his warmth, but

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 both control and

been a long time since a scene had given her such utter peace. She

“Anna, baby, wake up.”

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

“Let me see.”

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