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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.”

of it?” she whispered in

face was

“No, Master, please.”

You have a safe word. Use if it you

walk away, she just wanted him to be gentler. She

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

or raise your

in her eyes that she wanted

months ago you would have obeyed me, even after a

“I’m scared.”

you trust

“Yes.”

you want me to

everything you’ll give me. I just…I

let you become complacent.

at the

or raise

Anna raised her arms.

her nose. He stroked and petted her, licked and kissed her nipples while his fingers danced

cuffs and locked her legs 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

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

is red,

“Thank you, Master.”

subspace

“Yes, Master, I did.”

going to keep going,

“Yes.”

“Arms up.”

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,

more pain, just

pressed 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

her ass, the fingers on her nipples and vibrator on her clit 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

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

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

her, carrying her into a corner and laying her down on a chaise. He lay beside her. Anna rested her head on the chest of the man

“Master,” she whispered.

* * *

drifted in the 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 kisses,

and more humble, than she had in a long time. She, who prided herself on being a good sub, had

utter peace. She hadn’t felt like this since Master Jensen had first

“Anna, baby, wake up.”

back to look up at him and hissed as her ass pressed

“Let me see.”

twilight glow. He stroked her