Page 226 of Ashes of Sin and Stardust

Focused and determined to get this over as soon as possible, she clenched her jaw, glared at me, growled, and then began spelling out her lines. She counted quietly as she went.

I knew this wasn’t the punishment she’d been hoping for, but I was certainly enjoying it.Dirty little monster doing embarrassing, stupid tasks just for me. You wanted my attention, Alice, now you have it.And by the time you finish, that ginger isn’t going feel like an amateur move.

As she was finishing up the last letter of the first line, I started throwing random number sets out to make her forget where she was. She lost count, shouting at me and looking up with a horrified expression, her big glassy eyes full of unshed tears.

“Oh, did I distract you? Poor thing.”

“That’s not fair! You can’t sabotage me!”

“I can absolutely sabotage you! Since you thought it was a good idea tosabotagemy clothing, andsabotagemy legs by moving shit around.”

She looked down and started recounting and replacing the grains of rice on the last letter, but not before I caught a smirk on her face.

“Oh, I bet you thought it was so funny, hearing me bump into shit while I was looking for you.”

“Three... How long did it take... four... before you noticed... five... your shoes?”

I hesitated. “Becca pointed it out.”

She laughed maniacally for a few moments, clearing the rice away and starting over.

But her laughter faded away. All that laughing, talking, shouting, and kneeling without her hands to support her was resulting in her dirty little asshole clenching and unclenching against the ginger when she flexed her core and squeezed her legs to maintain her balance. I watched her quiet, then a few minutes later, her forehead creased. On the M of the next sentence, her letters were beginning to look a little sloppy.

“Why don’t you tidy up those messy letters, gremlin? They’re not straight or neat like the top row.”

“Sir...” she whined, “You made me lose my place again.”

“Oops. What a shame.”

When she finally finished her task, her hands were shaking, and she was whimpering slightly. From where I stood, I could see her asshole clenching and releasing against the sting of the ginger. Her eyes watered and she looked up at me as she finished.

“Good, Alice.” I took the bowl of rice, threw away the pieces that were left, and set the empty bowl back down on the ground in front of her. “Now count each piece as you put it back in the bowl.”

She stared at the huge mess of rice on the ground, and I saw her shoulders fall, the hope that her torture was over draining away.

“Please,” she whispered. “Please Sir... don’t throw off my groove.”

“I make no promises.”

She swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and began to count each piece as she put it back in the bowl one at a time.

She lost count three times. Not a single time was my fault. Her face was flushed and creased in focus and discomfort, and she had started to sweat. I chuckled at her misery and found myself itching to stroke my cock while I watched her suffer.

But I’d learned over the years that the aching and burning that accompanied denial and edging made my Beast even more cruel. And since that’s what she wanted, I kept my hands out of my pants.

When she finally finished, she hobbled over as close to me as she could, the leash on her tits and the spreader bar between her ankles making it hard to move. She leaned her head against my leg and peered up at me. Streaks of her makeup made long dark lines down her face. Her ass was probably killing her, and her knees and back were probably extremely sore. She’d been on her knees for over an hour now.

I held her chin as she stared up at me. The sauce from her face was mostly rubbed off into her hair, and what was left was dried and flaking.

“I fucking love watching you cry, you know that? You hot mess.” I swiped a thumb over her bottom lip, and then tweaked one of her nipples. She yelped and then let out a sad, pitiful cry.

“So. What have we learned?”

She whimpered pitifully as she spoke. “I will not embarrass Sir at work, and I will take my punishment like a good girl.”

“Very good, gremlin. What do you say for your lesson?”

“Thank you for my punishment, Sir... please? Can I... can you take it out? It hurts.”

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