Page 93 of High Roller

“Your health and safety are important to me, Gracelynn. As is your honesty. Lie to me again and you’ll wind up with a clothespin on your tongue. How do I trust you to serve me if you lie to me about your needs?”

Tears threaten to spill down my cheeks and I fight to hold them back. “I’m sorry, Sir. I just didn’t want to create more work for you.” My teeth are clenched as I try to breathe through the stinging pain.

“And yet here we are with me having to blister your naughty bottom instead of just feeding you and enjoying a meal together. Wouldn’t that have been better? Sometimes thinking of others means letting them help you, Grace. Remember that.”

“Yes, Sir,” I cry. “I’m sorry. Please, Victor. Cook for me. I’m sorry I lied.”

“Sir. You don’t get to call me Victor when you’re being punished.”

“Yes, Sir, I’m sorry,” I whimper as he peppers my thighs.

The stinging smacks stop and taps the insides of my thighs. “Spread your legs little butterfly. We have a little more to go.”

I spread my legs obediently, and he drags the spoon across my pussy and pulls it away. “You’ve left a wet spot on my spoon, Mariposa. Is punishment turning you on?”

“No, Sir. You are.”

He chuckles. “Good answer. Ten to each inner thigh and five to your wet little pussy and then you can lay here with your punished bottom on display while I cook for you.”

I whimper and nod for him to continue the punishment. “Yes, Sir.”

The inner thighs hurt the worst, and Victor doesn’t hold back just because it’s a more tender area. He does make sure to get through them quickly, and for that I’m grateful.

When he drags the spoon across my pussy again, he hums, and the sound makes me shudder. “I’m going to enjoy these five the most, Mariposa. I almost wish I’d promised you more.”

“You can give me more if it pleases you, Sir.”

He pats my pussy with the spoon and presses a kiss to my shoulder. “Such a good girl. This is a punishment, so you’ll get what I promised and no more. Maybe later we can explore how much pain you can take for me before I make you come.”

He repositions me so he has better aim with the spoon and smacks me hard between the legs. I cry out but stay in place, because staying in place is part of being a good girl, and I know that.

When the final stinging smack has been delivered, he lays the spoon across the small of my back and returns to the stove. “If the spoon falls, you’ll get extra.”

“Yes, Sir,” I whisper, doing my best to slow my erratic breathing.

Victor moves around the kitchen and soon the smells drifting into my nostrils have my stomach growling even louder.

“Oh! I’m so sorry. I’ll go back upstairs.”

I jump at the sound of Lili’s voice, but I don’t move. Victor would have considered Lili being in the house and decided he was comfortable with the risk.

Still, the way I jump sends the spoon clattering to the floor and I close my eyes, waiting for Victor’s reaction.

He squeezes my arm from his position by the stove before he moves a pan off the burner and comes around to pick the spoon up.

“Lili, I apologize for not giving you a heads up about what is happening between Grace and I.”

“It’s fine. This is your home. I’m the one intruding. The food just smelled so good, and I realized I haven’t eaten much today.”

He caresses a hand down my welted ass. “It’s a good thing we don’t have an understanding, or you would be joining Grace over the counter. Tell our guest why you’re being punished, Mariposa.”

My face heats despite being against the cool counter.

“Master Victor spanked me because I lied to him about being hungry.”

“He cares about you.”

“And what’s about to happen now?” Victor prods.

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