Page 56 of Becoming His Pet

“I don’t like the cane,” she said on a hiss once he released her.

“Doesn’t really matter, does it, pet?” He slid his hands down her body, dragging the robe with him until it fell to the floor at her feet.

“No, sir.” She shook her head.

Lacing her hand in his, he tugged her back to the wooden horse he’d strapped her to for her caning.

“Your job here, pet, is to do what you’re told and learn from your mistake. Let me wash away the naughtiness and make us whole again.”

She nodded but still the trepidation was clear when she looked at the horse.

He put her in position, cuffing her wrists and ankles in place so that she couldn’t escape the sensations he was giving her.

The tail he used for such occasions was in the first drawer he opened. He’d used it on the last girl he’d brought to his cabin. Laurel. The memory didn’t bring about the usual arousal it did when he thought of it before.

Before Nora.

He wouldn’t use it on Nora. He tossed it onto the counter with the mental note to throw it away. Nothing from his past would tarnish Nora.

Finding another tail, one he’d bought recently and hadn’t had a chance to use, he got it ready for her.

“Now. I told you if you were naughty you’d have to wear the naughty tail, didn’t I?” he asked, rubbing the oil over the silicone plug.

“Yes, sir,” she said, though the sound was mumbled with her speaking while upside down.

“Good, pet.” He grinned down at the tail. All lubed up.

When he joined her at the wooden horse, her ass clenched up.

“Ease up, pet.” He patted her cheeks. Such a pretty little bounce to them. The bruises from her caning were fading into soft purples and yellows. It would be a few more days before they were gone completely. Hopefully, she’d manage to stay out of trouble that long.

Pulling her ass cheeks apart, he found the tight hole. He promised himself he’d fuck that hole one day. And soon, but today, it needed to be punished.

“Push against me, pet. Accept your punishment.” He pressed the tip of the plug against the tight ring and waited until she bore down and the ring relaxed before he thrust forward. He didn’t take his time, he wasn’t gentle, he shoved the plug into place.

She cried out and tugged on her binds, but she wasn’t going anywhere.

“Shhhh.” He twisted the plug to the right and left before seating it fully into her ass. “It’s going to get worse, save your energy.” He stroked the long hairs of the ponytail he’d inserted.

“Oh! No! Something’s wrong!” She wiggled and tugged, but he kept stroking her tail.

“Nothing’s wrong, pet,” he assured her.

“It’s burning me! It burns!” she cried out.

“That’s the ginger oil doing its job. When you clench it makes it worse, you might want to relax.” He spoke softly.

“Please! I said I was sorry.”

“And I said to accept your punishment. Now be quiet,” he continued, petting her tail.

“Take it out! Just use the cane!” She tugged again, making the wooden horse jolt.

He delivered three hard swats to her right ass cheek. “Bad pony!” he chastised.

She moaned but stopped tugging. Slipping his fingers between her legs, he found her wet sex. Wanting and waiting. And it would continue to be deprived.

Naughty pets didn’t get orgasms.

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