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Trembling, I inched my knees apart against the side of the mattress, over the softness of the duvet. Cool air caressed my most intimate places as I opened myself to Lucas’ gaze. I buried my face in the bedspread, overwhelmed by my shame.

“Good girl,” Lucas purred, approval warming his voice. The praise sent an unexpected thrill through me, despite my fear and embarrassment.

“Listen carefully,ma petite,” he continued, his breath hot against my ear. “For you, punishment will always be sexual. Your body belongs to me now, to discipline and to pleasure as I see fit.”

To emphasize his point, Lucas swung the martinet in a gentle arc. The leather strands connected with my exposed pussy, the sting making me gasp and jerk against the bed.

His hand moved from my back to grip my waist, his fingers digging into my soft flesh. I could feel the heat of his body as he leaned over me.

“Do you feel that,ma chère?” he murmured, pressing his lap against my hip. The hard length of his erection strained against his trousers, unmistakable against my bare skin. “My cock is so hard for you, just thinking about whipping this delectable little bottom and then claiming it as mine.”

A helpless whimper escaped my lips, my face burning with shame as I felt my body responding to his words and touch. Despite my fear and embarrassment, I could feel wetness gathering between my thighs, my treacherous pussy clenching with need.

“Please,” I whispered, new heat suffusing my cheeks as I heard the ambiguity in my tone.

Lucas straightened up, his left hand coming to rest atop my waist. The pressure was firm, holding me in place. I could sense him adjusting his stance, preparing to deliver my punishment.

“We’ll start with ten strokes for your disobedience,” he said, his voice low and stern. “Count them out loud. If you miss one, we’ll start over. Do you understand?”

I nodded mutely, my throat too tight to form words.

“I said, do you understand?” Lucas repeated, his tone sharp.

“Y-yes,” I whispered.

The martinet whistled through the air, its leather strands biting into the soft flesh of my bottom. A sharp cry escaped my lips as the stinging pain blossomed across my skin.

“Count,” Lucas commanded, his voice stern and unyielding.

“One,” I gasped out, my voice trembling.

“One what?” Lucas prompted, a dangerous edge to his tone.

Realization dawned, sending a fresh wave of humiliation through me. “One,Monsieur,” I corrected myself, the words feeling strange and submissive on my tongue.

As soon as I spoke, I felt an unexpected and powerful response deep within my core, just to the sound of my own voice, acknowledging Lucas’ command over me. The walls of my too-warm sheath clenched hard, the sensation so intense that another cry escaped my lips—this one tinged with unmistakable pleasure.

Lucas’ hand stilled on my back. “Did you just clench,ma petite?” he asked, his voice low and knowing.

My face blazed with shame as I realized he had sensed my body’s traitorous reaction. I was stunned by his skill, his ability to read my responses so accurately. How could he possibly know?

“Oui, Monsieur,” I whispered, my voice barely audible as I admitted to my arousal.

CHAPTER 11

Lucas

I couldn’t keep a smile from my lips, though I meant to take Alice’s first real discipline session very seriously. I brought the martinet down again, watching with fascination and growing sexual hunger as the leather strands splayed across Alice’s tender flesh. The impact left a crisscrossing pattern of pink lines on her pale skin. Alice’s body jerked, a strangled cry escaping her lips.

“Two,Monsieur,” she gasped out, her voice quavering.

I could see the conflict written in every line of her body. She trembled, her fingers clutching desperately at the bedspread. Yet even as she flinched away from the pain, her hips seemed to cant upward ever so slightly, as if seeking more.

The third stroke landed, slightly lower, catching the sensitive area where bottom meets thigh. Alice yelped, her back arching beautifully.

“Three,Monsieur,” she whimpered.

I paused, drinking in the sight before me. Alice’s bottom was beginning to glow a lovely shade of pink, the marks from the martinet clearly visible against her fair skin. Her thighs quivered, and I could see the glistening evidence of her arousal between them.

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