Page 10 of The Devil's Spawn

“Yes, Master!” Ow, fuckow! He wasn’t using a drop of lube, and that made it hurt even more. “I’m sorry! Please, Master. I won’t do it again.”

“I don’t imagine you will after this.” The horrible burning eased up for a mere second as he removed his thumb, but relief was short-lived. He pushed it in once more, to the hilt, and stretched my burning anus in every direction.

“Please stop,” I sobbed. He hadn’t truly hurt me in months. He’d played with my backdoor, even fucked it a couple of times, and of course, he spanked me regularly. But he was correct in assuming spanking no longer worked as a punishment.

“I will not allow you to backtrack in your behavior,” he said, keeping his thumb lodged in my ass. “The last time I gave you an inch, you took a hundred fucking miles and ended up in a compromising situation.” He let a significant beat pass. “Or do you need to spend some time in the cage to remind you?”

“No! Please, no, Master.”

“You know what is and isn’t allowed. Eavesdropping has never been and will never be accepted. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Master.”

“I was in there scolding Conner for disrespecting you, only to find you doing the same to me. When I told you I’d speak to him, you knew I meant alone. Did you not?”

“I did. I’m sorry I overstepped.” I hesitated, wanting to say more but not sure if I should. Eventually, the need to be heard won. “I hate being left out. I feel like I’m the last to know about everything.”

“Baby, I have no intention of leaving you out. I was going to discuss Conner’s behavior with you later after I’d talked to him alone.” Even though he softened his tone, he did not cease his assault on my ass. “If you want to know something, you need only to ask. Eavesdropping will not be tolerated.”

Some tiny part of me acknowledged he was right about the eavesdropping. But the headstrong part of myself—the facet of my being he was most challenged by—called bullshit. Considering his growing fascination with all things anal, I knew he’d find excuse after excuse to use my ass for his sadistic pleasure by putting the stamp of punishment on it.

A girl, no matter how obedient and submissive, could only stay silent for so long. “Is this really a punishment, or is this just another way for you to get your rocks off?”

He laughed, the sound so rich and unexpected that I jumped. “Both, Kayla. You want to know if my cock is hard? Fuck yeah, it is, in case you hadn’t noticed. If we didn’t have two kids needing us in the other room right now, I’d fuck you senseless.” He dug his thumb in a little more deeply, and I cried out another plea for him to stop.

Useless pleas because Gage operated by his own rulebook, and the word “stop” wasn’t part of his repertoire.

“Hell, I’d fuck this ass senseless, and you’d let me, wouldn’t you, baby?”

The hardwood floor blurred through the tears collecting in my eyes. They weren’t tears of sorrow; they were pure drops of pain burning my eyeballs—a testament of my frustration.

“What if I said no?”

He laughed again. “You don’t know how to say no to me. Let’s talk about the fact that I have you willingly lying across my lap with my thumb up your ass. Does it hurt?”

“Yes!”

He added a sound wallop to my butt cheek in addition to his anal probing. “Address me properly.”

“Yes, Master! It hurts.”

“Does it turn you on?”

“No, Master.” Not unless he added some lube and played with my clit—behavior he wasn’t likely to engage in at the moment.

“Do you like it when I punish your little hole?”

“No, Master.” What type of questions were these?

“Then all things considered, I’d say this is a very effective form of discipline. And it pleases me how willingly you accept it.” With a final swat to my bottom, he removed his thumb and gently helped me off his lap.

Silently, I vowed to be on my best behavior because pleasing him not only made my life easier, but it caused my body to hum in a way I couldn’t help but crave. I dropped to my knees and let my lips linger on his left bare foot, followed by his right.

“Thank you for your discipline, Master.”

His eyes widened the slightest bit. He hadn’t expected such a display of voluntary acceptance on my part. Truth be told, I hadn’t either. But sometimes accepting my place was far better than fighting it. My reward lay in his eyes; a warm hue of appreciation.

“You’re welcome. You can always count on my discipline. As for this particular kind of anal punishment, I plan to use it often. So remember that the next time you think of stepping out of line. Not only will I spank your ass, but I will punish your hole as well.”

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