Page 105 of The Life of Anna-Tenth Anniversary Edition: Act 2

Anna’s shoulders drooped and she hung her head as another chill ran through her body. She never wanted to disappoint Wilhelm. Ever. He was so kind to her. And now he had to punish—er, discipline her.

“Remove your skirt and panties,” Wilhelm said solemnly.

Anna did so as quickly as she could and stood before Wilhelm. He looked up at her with sad eyes and then took her hand and lay her across his lap. “Count.”

He smacked her bare ass with such force she jumped and cried out in surprise. He was strong.

“Count, Anna,” he said in a low voice.

“One, Master,” she whispered.

Smack!

“Two, Master.” Oh, his hand was big and strong!

Smack! Smack! The blows continued until she reached fifteen. By that time, she was sobbing with guilt. She’d made Wilhelm hit her when he’d promised he would never do it. But he had to, or else Devin would have punished her. She had failed him.

When she had announced the last count, he turned her over and held her close. He was trembling.

“I’m so sorry, Master,” she whispered, truly ashamed and sad.

He kissed her head and held her tightly. “I am sorry too.”

They were quiet and Anna’s tears slowly dried.

“You wounded Kurt by leaving with Peter.”

Anna’s head snapped up. “I... I never wanted to hurt Kurt,” she whispered, wide-eyed. “I... I’m so sorry, Master. I truly failed you.” She felt horrible. This was so much worse than angering Devin.

“Anna, I failed you as well. I should have made sure you knew what would happen. I assumed...” He sighed. “I had assumed Devin had talked to you about it.”

She shook her head. “The Elder-Mistresses... I’m not like them. I don’t think they like me.”

“They do not understand you. There is a difference. But that was still no reason to leave. You neglected to do your duties.” He sighed. “But you understand that now, and we will speak of it no more. You have had your discipline and the matter is closed.”

“Yes, Master,” she said quietly.

“No more ‘Master,’ Liebling. We are not at the Schloss.” He tipped her head up and gazed into her eyes. “I like the sound of my name on your lips,” he said, his voice husky.

He brushed his lips against hers and she sighed. “Wilhelm...” His lips pressed harder and he stole her breath away with the passion in his kiss.

“I wanted you last night too, Liebling,” he said breathlessly against her lips. She could feel his cock hardening against her hip and moved against him, making him moan.

She worked at the buttons on his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders and onto the floor. When she reached for his pants, he groaned and murmured in German.

Quickly, they removed each other’s clothing and fell back onto the bed. He sucked on her neck and nibbled his way down to her breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking on it as she moaned loudly. The passion in his touch and his eyes lit her on fire, and she wanted him more than she’d wanted anything in a very long time.

“Wilhelm!” He kissed his way down to her pussy and sucked her clit into his mouth. She moaned loudly and buried her hands in his thick hair as he licked and sucked her intimate place. She screamed out his name as he brought her to her release, holding his head against her and flexing her hips against him.

When the waves of pleasure subsided, he slid up her body and thrust into her with one smooth movement. They both sighed at the sensation of being joined together.

“Meine Anna,” he murmured. He lifted his face and gazed deeply into her eyes. They were full of such passion it overwhelmed her. “Open yourself to me, mein Liebling,” he whispered, almost hypnotically.

He kissed her and began moving. His movements were long and languid and she did as he asked, opening herself fully to his body, allowing him deeper into her than any other man, save Alex. Her head spun and she grew lightheaded, as if he were melting into her body and she into his. She was no longer accepting him into her body; there was only one body. One body and one mind.

A rush of sensation that she hadn’t experienced in a very long time tingled in her body and slowly built as Wilhelm’s movements quickened. She heard him groan and thrust very hard and she screamed out his name again and floated in mid-air forever as he emptied himself into her.

“Yes!” she cried out, though she didn’t know why. She wanted him, all of him, inside her. She wanted him to own her, to take possession of her body.

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