Page 29 of Becoming His Pet

“I haven’t lied to you, Nora. The only reason you’re strapped down like this, with your ass full of red welts, is because you lied.”

She sighed and sniffled again. She could handle the drool, but if her nose started to run uncontrollably she’d lose the last bit of dignity she possessed at the moment.

“Why were you working at the flower shop?”

“I was getting information. Not for a story, you’re right.” How much to tell him?

“Keep talking, Nora,” he prompted her.

“Maybe I could stand up?” she asked, feeling the strain in her back from the way she was bound.

“Stalling will make it worse.” The warning was clear.

“I just wanted to know more about Antonio,” she said. And she did. She wanted to know the man who killed her father. She wanted to know what his schedule was, what his likes where, what he took in his coffee. She wanted to know so she could find a way to get her vengeance.

Greg sighed again. “I think you need some thinking time.” He patted her cheek. “You haven’t lied, so you get spared another five strokes. But you’ll need to be in the naughty cage until you tell me everything.” He picked up the flogger from earlier, and she heard him moving behind her. Cabinets opened and closed and then his steps moved to her again.

Her ankles and wrists were unsecured, and he helped her straighten up to her full height again. Her hands gently touched her ass, feeling the raised welts and hissing at her own touch. It probably had doubled in size with the swelling. The skin felt tight and hot; moving would be hard, sitting would be impossible.

“You’ll have another chance in an hour.” He grabbed her upper arm and pulled her along with him to the cage he’d shown her earlier. It wasn’t big enough for her to stand in.

“No, Greg.” She pulled back when he opened the door.

“Yes, Nora.” He fisted her hair again, pushing her down to her knees. She struggled, but after taking such a hard spanking already she’d been left weak. “Now, crawl, like a good little pet into the cage. I’ll come back in an hour and we can try this conversation again.”

Her eyes flew to him at the wordpet. She was no one’s pet!

“No!” She tried to push up to her feet and run, but he held her fast, shoving her further to the floor until her cheek pressed against the plush carpeting.

Five hard smacks to her abused backside took what little fight she had away.

“Now, crawl in your cage, little pet. Do it now, or you’ll have to wear your naughty tail while you think.”

She didn’t know what he was talking about, and she didn’t want to know. Nor did she want to explore the sensations coursing through her body. The response to his voice, his words, his complete domination of her was unlike her, and she wouldn’t give it any thought. Yet.

Another swat got her moving, and she crawled on shaky knees into the cage. Once inside, she was able to turn around, just in time to see him shut the cage and bolt the lock.

“Don’t lock it. What if—”

“Shhhh.” He put his hand through the bars and covered her lips with his hand. “Caged pets don’t talk.”

Her tears ran down her cheeks, running right into his fingers. When he pulled away from her, he looked at them, coating his fingertips, then licked them slowly.

“Sweeter than I expected.” He smiled down at her. A shiver ran through her and she scrambled away from the door, to the far side of the cage away from him.

“One hour.”

And then he was gone.

He left the door to the room open, but she was alone.

And caged.

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