Page 185 of Ashes of Sin and Stardust

I grabbed her arm before she managed to get too far away from me and pushed her against the wall, one hand holding her throat and the other gripping her wrists. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened in a silent gasp.

“Really heaping it on recently, aren’t you?” The feeling of her neck in my hand made my blood hot. All the bullshit from the day seemed to evaporate right out of my body, and the only thing that mattered to me was getting Alice back in her place. I’d been looking forward to this all day and I was ready to go.

“Us damn masochists, right?” She half-laughed, breathless. “And you can’t punish me for something that youjustmade a rule for.”

“You’re not being punished for the candy. You’re being punished for the eye roll. I warned you not to do that.”

“Yeah, but it’s not arule,” she grinned as her face began to turn a darker shade of pink.

I squeezed just a little harder. “Rule ten. No eye rolling.”

“No way! Not a chance. That’s one habit I’ll never be able to break.”

“Maybe,” I growled. “But if it’s not a rule, I can’t punish you for it.” And I really, really wanted to punish her for it.

“And what’s my punishment for eye rolling,” she whispered, barely able to speak now.

Smart girl. Learning to ask before agreeing to things. I felt my lips quirk. “Spankings.” I released the grip on her neck.

Her eyelids fluttered and she gasped, her knees giving out from the blood rush. I caught her and held her under her arms. She was limp in my hands, but she was panting and smiling. “Rule ten,” she gasped. “No eye rolling.”

When she recovered enough to stand on her feet, I turned her around, smacked her ass hard twice, and then let her go. “Go get ready for dinner. Be naked.” She skipped off with a smile on her face.

Sure, smirk and walk away like you just won that battle. You have no idea how I’m going to make that backfire on you, little monster.

For dinner I made stuffed peppers. Alice made a show of eating the ground beef and the cheese out of the middle and picking at the rest. I wasn’t sure if she disliked it, or if she just wasn’t hungry from her sugar rush. Or maybe she was just being ornery.

After dinner, I made her clean the kitchen spotlessly in nothing but that belt. She looked embarrassed and angry about it, but I could see the wetness from her pussy leaking into her legs whenever she bent over. She might not like being disciplined, but she sure as hell got off on it.

“Okay. Good work. That’s how I expect you to clean the kitchen every time. Understood?”

“Naked and everything?”

I glared back at her. “Unless there are guests over,yes.”

“Yes Sir,” she griped.

“Good. I’m going to the front room. I want you to bring me a shot of whiskey and then come sit with me.”

I left the kitchen before she could argue.

A few minutes later, she presented me with a shot of whiskey... in a plastic bag.

“In a glass,you deranged raccoon.”

She gasped at my insult, turned on her heel and stomped to the kitchen, returning with a water glass. She’d shoved the plastic bag inside and was still glaring at me.

Sighing, I took the glass and set it aside, then grabbed hold of the rings in her nipples, pulling her down towards the ground. They were convenient for manhandling her. “Knees... good. Legs wider. Hands behind your head. Don’t fight me,” I snapped as she struggled against my hands positioning her. “Just do it. You want to be edged again?”

“No!”

“Then get on your fucking knees and fix your position.”

She made a disgruntled face, but finally got into the position I wanted her in. “Now. This morning, you got very upset over my request for you to go back to Cullowhee and collect your things, and the fact that I don’t want you at the center tomorrow. Are you ready to talk about that?”

“No.”

“Okay. Then you’re going to kneel here until you are.”

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