Page 58 of Taming Her

Lucky? Was she lucky? Really?

“And when I have delivered this final smack with my belt, we will put this matter behind us.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And you will not even consider disobeying me; drinking, at the moment, is not allowed.”

“Yes, Sir, I mean no, Sir.” She was breathing fast, her eyes had misted. The belt pain was sharp and acerbic, different to his palm, it went deeper somehow.

She curled her toes on the hard floor and gripped the table. In her mind’s eye she saw him raising the belt, a flash of underarm hair, abdomen taut, before he lowered it fast and with deadly accuracy.

The bite came when she expected it to. She yelped, curling her hips forward and squeezing her buttocks together.

“That’s it,’ he said, “all done.” The belt clattered to the table again, near her face. “Never forget, Ava, I am your master, I am responsible for your pleasure and your punishments. It’s what you need, it’s what you’ve been without for so long.”

He kept his hand firmly on the small of her back. “You are not permitted to move yet; stay like this, over the table.”

She moaned. The urge to stand up, flee, nurse her poor behind was almost overwhelming.

But she stayed in place. Obedient yet open and vulnerable to him. Her bottom was on fire.

And then a delicious coolness spread over the welts and the scent of chamomile reached her nose.

“What?” She opened her eyes and twisted to look over her shoulder.

“Shh,” he said, his concentration on her ass as he rubbed gently. “This will help, it’s a soothing balm.”

She pulled in a deep breath; when she blew it out she forced some of the tension in her body to go with it.

“Better?” he asked, his touch so opposite to the belt’s meanness.

“I… I think so.”

His fingers glided over her now silken, lubricated skin, working with great tenderness. Again she released some of the stress in her body, relaxing onto the table, uncurling her fingers and toes, and resting her cheek on her forearm.

“Out of control women,” he said softly, “will always need a few severe punishments before they see the light.”

“The light?”

“Yes, what you need, in other words, is a strong man who will not let you run rings around him.”

“And you’re that man?”

“You know damn well I am.”

“My knight in shining armor, huh, lucky me.”

“No, Ava. I am not your knight but I am your armor. I will protect you from yourself.”

“I don’t need… oh!” Her eyes pinged open.

His fingertip had slipped to her anus and was exerting a steady pressure at the center.

She lifted her head, the relaxed feeling instantly slipping. “What… what are you doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing?” He rubbed over her puckered hole, exploring it, tracing the skin over and around it.

“That’s my ass, you know.”

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