Page 94 of High Roller

I sigh. “He’s going to spank me again because I was supposed to keep the spoon on my back until he was done cooking.”

Lili gasps. “Victor, please don’t punish her again. I’m the one who startled her.”

Victor taps my behind with the spoon. “Grace knows the rules. If I tell her she’ll be punished for something, then it happens. She knew you were here.”

Lili is quiet for a moment, and then she’s at my side. “Please tell me you’re OK with this Grace. If you are, I won’t say anything else.”

“May I look at her, Sir?”

“Of course, butterfly.”

I lift my head and turn it to the other side so I can see her. “I’m fine with this, Lili. Victor and I may be starting something new, but he knows my limits and my desires probably better than anyone. I want this. My goal is to please my Dom, and when I fail, I want to be punished.”

Lili beams. “Thank you. I will go back to my room.”

“Stay,” I whisper. “If you want to, that is.”

Victor clears his throat. “You did cause this after all. The least you can do is to be here to support Grace through her punishment.”

Lili brushes hair back from my face. “I can do that. May I hold your hands?”

I nod. “As long as Master Victor says it’s OK.”

Victor agrees and Lili comes around the counter so she can hold my hands out above my head.

“You have a choice, Mariposa. Inner thighs or bottom.”

“Inner thighs,” I whisper.

Victor has played this game before. If I choose my bottom, I’ll get way more extra smacks. But if I choose the one I know he really wants, he will reward me with fewer swats.

“Good girl. You please me. Seven to each thigh. Spread your legs nice and wide.”

The first one lands, and Lili squeezes my hands hard as I cry out. Something about having her here makes it hurt less. I’m not sure if that’s really the case or if it’s all in my head, but the punishment is over before I know it, and Victor is pulling me up and into his arms.

“Good girl. You took that well. I’m proud of you.”

I bury my face in his chest, suddenly embarrassed by Lili’s presence.

My shoulders instantly relax when she announces, “I’m going upstairs for a few minutes.”

Victor lifts my face to look at him and kisses me deeply. “Are you OK, Mariposa? We’ve not done a very good job of negotiating what our new dynamic will look like, and I just went with my gut.”

I smile up at him through tears. “I’m good, Sir. That was perfect. I’m sorry I lied to you about being hungry.”

“And Lili interrupting? Did I handle that all right?”

I nod. “It was different, but she was respectful, and I am confident that if I had used a safeword you wouldn’t have gone any further.”

He strokes my hair. “Good girl. Now give me your panties and get your bare bottom on that barstool so I can feed you.”

I hand him the panties from around my ankles and he stuffs them in his pocket. “What did you do with the ones from your desk the other day?” I ask as I gingerly sit on the barstool. My bottom stings as it comes into contact with the cold wood and Victor seems to enjoy my reaction. He winks at me as he returns to the stove and begins to plate food for me.

“I have them upstairs in my nightstand. And these are joining them.”

My face warms as he continues. “In fact, I think that’s a rule. If you’re wearing panties when I have to punish you, I get to keep them.”

“Yes, Sir,” I murmur as he slides a plate in front of me.

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