Page 225 of Ashes of Sin and Stardust

Dejected and pissed off, she did. I immediately repeated the exercise since she seemed to enjoy me being an asshole to her. We continued in this manner until her bowl was empty, me growling in her ear when she squirmed or fought or giving her a nice hard smack on the ass when she chose to fight me pushing her over.

When she got to the last bite, instead of swallowing, she spat it out on the floor.

I set the empty bowl aside, then held her hair again, tightening my fist in it. She made a cute mewling noise, like a moan and a grumble. The look on her face of absolute anger combined with the sauce all over her nose and cheeks made me laugh again.

My heart was racing, and I could feel every muscle in my body tense and alive. Skin tingling, cock throbbing, I leaned in and bit her hard on the side of her neck. She cried out and then whimpered and I couldn’t help but moan, and let my tongue run over the spot I’d left on her neck.

At my bite, she stopped struggling against my grip. I could see her eyes dilate, and her breath was coming fast.

“You’re going to clean that up. I’m going to get the rest of your punishment ready. By the time I come back, there had better not be a single drop left on the floor, or you’ll be cleaning the whole fucking dining room floor with your tongue while I cane your ass and your back until youbleed. Then we’ll see how much you enjoy the tiger balm.”

I dropped her hair and went to the kitchen to fetch a knife and the ginger root.

When I returned, Alice had indeed lapped up the chewed food. I guess mopping the floor with her mouth didn’t sound like the most fun way to spend the evening. She was still crouched over on her knees, her hands clenched into fists behind her looking pissed as hell, but there was a hesitation in her eyes that hadn’t been there before.

“Oh. The little demon isn’t quite as feisty as she was before. Good to know.”

Setting my items on the table, I gripped her shoulders and leaned her forward so she was resting her forehead on the ground. I placed my foot on her hair to hold her down, and then leaned forward and squeezed, spanked, and kneaded at her ass cheeks until she was moaning.

“Poor little monster,” I whispered. “Those pretty bruises on your ass are starting to fade. Should I give you a few more this evening?”

“Yes Sir,” she moaned.

“You’ll get them. And this time, I promise you’ll remember your lesson.” Gripping her hips and digging my nails into her skin, I lifted her ass higher into the air, spread her ass cheeks, and spat. A glob of spit landed right above her asshole, slowly dripping down to its destination.

She let out such a pretty sound of embarrassment, but I saw her asshole winking at me, begging for my gift. The glob of spit finally slid home to its mark, and she sighed.

I released her with one hand and gently placed the tip of my finger on her pretty little hole, massaging it lightly and prodding just enough to relax her, but not enough to enter her. Now her soft little sighs were becoming a little more desperate.

“Little demon loves her torture, doesn’t she?”

She growled.

“Say it for me. Let me hear you say it.”

“Fuck you!”

I spanked her ass a few times until her cheeks were nice and pink, then leaned forward and bit her plump little cheeks hard enough to draw blood. She wailed.

“Fucking. Say it. I can see the cum dripping from your pussy, you little slut.”

She panted and growled, but she said ever so softly, “I love your torture, Sir.”

Fuck I loved it when she gave into me. I gave her a few more swats. “I know you do. Why don’t you hold your pretty cheeks open for me? That’s right... that’s the only thing those useless little hands are good for right now anyway. Is that why you’re being so bad today? Because you needed some more torture? More affection for Sir?”

Her face was pressed against the ground now, her cheeks smearing the sauce from her food all over the ground and getting it in her hair, which I still held down with one foot. My finger continued to press and prod at her dirty hole, dragging desperate little whimpers from her throat.

Her asshole lubed up just a tiny bit with my spit, I pressed one finger in just past her entrance. Then I grabbed the nice fat piece of ginger root that I’d peeled and carved into a butt plug, pulled my finger out, and slid in the ginger.

She let out a complaint when she felt the intrusion and clenched down on it. I knew soon enough she would continue to clench down on it whether she liked it or not.

I stepped off her hair and then used it to sop up the mess of sauce she’d left on the floor. Unbuckling only her left hand from the spreader bar behind her, I set the bowl of uncooked rice on the ground. She looked up at me in disdain.

“You are going to set out one grain of rice at a time, in nice, neat letters that spell ‘I will not embarrass Sir at work.’ Each letter must contain at least thirty pieces of rice, so you will count them as you go. You will count out loud. If you lose count, you will start over on that letter... and you’d better make it nice and neat or you’ll have to repeat it.”

“This is stupid.”

“Congratulations, you’ve added a second sentence. You will also be writing, ‘I will accept my punishment like a good girl.’”

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