Page 173 of Ashes of Sin and Stardust

“Huh?”

“You okay?”

“You gonna let me cum or not?”

I laughed again and pulled my hand away. “Not anytime soon,” I said, retrieving my weapon. “We need to talk about your punishment for kicking me in the shoulder.”

“That was an accident!”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m not done punishing you yet. Are you going to be mouthy? Do I need to gag you again?”

“No, Sir,” she said, her voice quiet and tentative.

“Does the gag upset you?”

“No, it just pisses me off!”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Then I struck her across her tits.

After a good amount of punishment on her breasts, chest, and nipples, she switched from crying to begging. “Sir please... oh fuck. Please let me come–”

I threw the tawse aside and cupped my hand around her throat. Her eyes flew open.

“You can take more for you, can’t you, sweetheart? I know you can. I know you love this, don’t you?”

“Yes! Yes Sir, please, more...”

“I’ll give you as much as you can take. The more you take for me, the higher you’ll fly. Now stop your begging and let me destroy you.”

She gasped and panted for a moment. Her voice was just a whisper as she spoke. “Okay. Okay, I’ll try.”

I left the tawse on the floor and grabbed the bamboo cane. Not the worst thing I had in my arsenal, but certainly enough to get the job done.

Her eyes widened for the split second she saw it before it struck her, and then she screamed as I brought it down across her tits again. A few more strikes and I moved to the other side of her, only to see that she’d made a puddle on the ground between her legs from her desperation for release.

Almost there, little princess. Give me more.

A few more well-placed strikes that she took beautifully, breathing it in. Her eyes met mine and I could see, for a flash of a moment, exactly what she could become, just how far I could take her.

Oh to take her there.

My hands were sweating in my gloves from the exertion of her punishment. I added a few cane stripes to her ass, beautifully displayed from the stirrups, and then set it on the counter beside me.

“Now. Are you going to kick me again?”

She shook her head as much as she could with the way I’d tied it up. “No Sir,” she whispered.

“What is rule three?”

“Uh... I... Uh...”

“It’s the rule about punishment,” I reminded her, and set my leather-clad hands on her tender breasts, squeezing slightly.

“Thank you, Sir. Thank you for your lesson,” she gasped out as she remembered. Her eyelids fluttered slightly as I squeezed her harder. I released my grip, then let my hands graze over her abused body. She moaned and twitched in her bondage, trying to lift her hips to my hands.

She’d made a puddle on the floor, her poor cunt dripping and needy.

“Good, Alice. That’s my girl. Remembering and following her rules.” I let my voice fall into the cadence I used for hypnosis, speaking quietly to her. “You want to follow my rules, don’t you, sweetheart?” She tried to nod as I continued. “It makes you feel so safe, so protected, that you have my rules to follow. Now... about rule eight.”

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