Page 123 of Two Guys, a Girl, and a Tripod

I take deep breaths, steadying myself as I wait for the real test. To emphasize this punishment for the cameras, Steven sets a couple of leather toys on the bed next to me–a long black paddle with the word ‘SLUT’ cut into it so that red leather shows from beneath and a whip. The whip is small with soft strips of thin leather less than a foot long. It can still do some damage, though.

This is fine.

Steven slides a hand over my ass and up my back, leaning down next to my ear.

“Are you ok?” he whispers.

“Green,” I confirm, using the traffic light system we discussed.

Steven nods and then slides his hand back down my body.

“Naughty little maids,” he says slowly, “get punished for coming in without permission.”

He picks up the paddle and immediately smacks my ass. I know he’s only using half his strength, but it still hurts and I cry out. A cold shiver of dread shocks my system along with the pain.

This is fine.

WHACK!

I cry out again. He smoothes the area with his hand before hitting me in a different spot.

WHACK!

This is fine.

“Taking your punishment so well.”

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

Every connection forces another scream from me and I’m thankful that at least one of my neighbors won’t question it.

WHACK!

My hands are trembling and I’m having trouble breathing.This is fine.

WHACK!

I can’t breathe.This is fine.

WHACK!

Tears begin to prick the backs of my eyes.This is fine.

WHACK!

I can’t breathe.This is fine.

WHACK!

Those stupid, traitorous tears spill over.This is fine.

WHACK!

Fuck, I can’t breathe.This is sonotfine.

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