Page 27 of Entangled Mafia Princess

It doesn’t seem like she bruises easily, though parts of her ass have a purplish hue. I set aside the paddle.

“You took your punishment well,” I tell her.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“It’s deserving of some reward.”

From the shelf, I select a remote-controlled vibrating egg, new and still in its packaging. I take it out and test it to see that it works. It does. I look to Casey and see that her eyes shimmer with anticipation. She has pretty eyes. Her mother’s eyes. Liam is a good-looking man, but Casey resembles her mother more.

Crouching down, I slide the egg into Casey and turn it on to its lowest setting.

“Mmm,” she purrs.

“No coming without permission,” I tell her.

“Yes, Sir.”

I go for the cane next and see her frown. “What’s the matter? Not a fan?”

“It’s not my favorite.”

I smack the cane into my palm. “It is for me.”

Lightly, I tap the cane against her ass. “I like the variety of sensations it offers. It can sting like this.”

I whip it quickly against her, making her gasp.

“One!”

“Or it can deliver a heavy thud.”

She grunts with the next blow. “Two!”

“Then there’s the marks a cane leaves.”

“Three!”

She clenches and unclenches her hands.

“We could leave some nice train tracks here.”

I swat her left buttock twice.

“Four! Five!”

I crank the vibrator up two notches.

“And a set here,” I say, swatting her right buttock twice.

When she doesn’t respond, I ask, “Where’s my count?”

“Seven?”

“Since you’re not sure, let’s start over.”

She groans. I strike her three times in succession.

She writhes on the bench before saying, “One, two and three.”

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