Page 77 of On His Terms

“Fine, Sir.”

“I could put weights on the chain if you need a bit more pressure.”

“I think they’re sufficiently evil as they are, Sir.”

He grinned. She sounded so prim and proper. “Are you ready for your spanking, Chelsea?”

“Yes, Sir. And before you get started, I do promise to watch my mouth more in future.”

“Good plan,” he approved, swinging the belt hard, catching her across both butt cheeks at the same time.

She yelped, but she said, “Thank you, Sir.”

After the second, she lifted her head slightly but thanked him again.

For her training, he’d been concentrating on the small details of submission—tone of voice, pretty motions, anal penetration, bondage, and posture. This was her first time with the belt, and she took it well.

He traced her spine—mainly because he enjoyed touching her—before he laid the leather to her again.

Though Chelsea arched in response to the bite of the pain, she didn’t protest.

For the fourth stroke, he applied more pressure.

She sighed deeply, but otherwise, she remained quiet. In such a short time, she’d come a long way. “Move forward a bit,” he told her. “Palms flat on the floor. The backs of your thighs deserve some attention. Don’t you agree?”

When she hesitated, he dropped his left knee a bit to tip her off-balance.

He finished the punishment, belting her several times in rapid succession.

She hadn’t protested even once, and when he tossed the strap aside, she said, “That was hot, Sir. Thank you.”

Vixen. “It was meant as punishment, not pleasure.”

“It absolutely hurt,” she said.

Was she trying to reassure him? His lips quirked. He’d intended to teach her a lesson, but if she’d liked it as well, he could live with that. “Present, lying down on the floor.”

She moved quicker than he thought she might. Oh, yes, she was pleasing.

He bent to rub a finger up the inside of her pussy lips. With a frown, he asked, “Did you shave this morning?”

“Err…” She hesitated. “I had to work early this morning, and knowing I needed to have time for my paces, I took my bath last night and did my grooming then.”

“Take a little more care next time.”

Her thighs quivered. “Sorry, Sir.”

He slapped her exposed pussy hard.

She cried out.

“That’s a gentle reminder.” One to drive his lesson home, rather than a turn-on.

“I won’t be so remiss next time, Sir.”

He believed her. He wouldn’t be surprised if she started keeping a razor at the office. “How do those clamps feel now?”

“They’re starting to burn, Sir.”

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