Page 33 of Fixing Olivia (Fairford Affairs)

Aiden rummaged around in the dresser drawers for about a minute, and though Olivia longed to see what he was getting, she obediently kept her eyes straight ahead. Nothing in the world could make her disobey him in that moment.

“Hands behind your back,” Aiden ordered upon his return. Though his voice was hard, his hands were gentle as he buckled her wrists into wide cuffs, the lining soft against her skin. She gave zero resistance as he pushed her over the arm of the couch, until her forehead rested against the cushion and her already-flaming ass was in perfect position for more punishment.

She squirmed around a bit, trying to ease some of the pressure on her stomach, until Aiden gave her a sharp smack to both sit spots. “Be still. And spread your legs.”

Holding in more tears, she did as she was ordered. He buckled her left ankle into another cuff, then did the same with her right. There were several clicks, her legs forced wider apart with each one; he’d attached an adjustable spreader bar to the ankle cuffs. She was stretched so wide, her toes barely reached the floor.

“I’m going to ask you some questions now.” He rested a hand firmly against her hip, pressing her down into the couch arm. “And if I don’t like the answers...well, let’s see if I can do anything to motivate you to try harder. What’s your safe word?”

“O-orchid, Sir.”

“Donotforget you can use it.” There was a real urgency in his voice, bordering on desperation. “This is a punishment, and it’s going to hurt. But at no point are you giving up total control to me. You say that word, everything stops, same as every other time. Do you understand me?”

Olivia held back a whimper. “Yes, Sir.” She could hardly even hear her own words.

“Good.” He let out a long, slow breath. “Then let’s get started. Why did you punch Stacey in the eye?”

“I already told you,” she said, knowing he wouldn’t believe her, gritting her teeth against the punishment to come. “I don’t know.”

A wide leather strap came down hard across her ass, once, twice, three times. Olivia let out a yelp of pain at the first, which snapped along the full length of the cane mark, but managed to take the other two without a sound.

“What did she say to you?”

“She said all the same stuff as before, about me being fat and ugly, and how she can’t believe anyone would ever fuck me.” Olivia thought back to the scene in the kitchen again, and for one fleeting moment, she actually smiled. “I told her I’d fucked three of the five Doms here, so I was pretty sure that put me one up on her.”

Aiden was quiet for several seconds, and she suspected he was suppressing a laugh. She sure hoped so—she’d be proud of that comeback until her dying day.

At last, he spoke in a completely neutral tone: “What happened after that?”

“That’s when she gotreallynasty.”

When she didn’t continue, Aiden brought down the strap three more times, even harder than before and right on her sit spots. The leather even wrapped around her hip, and she couldn’t help crying out again.

Desperate to avoid his strap at all costs, Olivia listed off some of the worst comments Stacey had made about her body, her sexual inexperience, her intelligence. There was no cohesion to her retelling—words simply bubbled out of her in whatever order they came to mind.

“Enough,” Aiden said at last. “I get the picture. But how is that any different from what she said before?”

“I don’t know.” She couldn’t put her finger onwhatmade it different, but damnit, it had sure fucking felt different to her. Without a reason, though, all she could say was, “I guess it’s not?”

An exasperated sigh. “Then why did you punch her?”

“I just...did.”

That time, Aiden brought the strap up between her legs. The supple leather snapped against her pussy and clit, making her scream with the pain, and Jesus fucking Christ, she was literally going to die. She tried to clamp her legs together before he could do it again, but she’d forgotten about the fucking spreader bar. All she managed to do was bruise her own ankles with the cuffs as the strap hit her again.

Bitch. Fat. Ugly. Stupid. Boring.

Highlights of Stacey’s insults flashed through her mind, playing on repeat as Aiden continued to punish her most sensitive flesh.

And then new ones Stacey didn’t even say started piling on. But they were in the same tone, delivered with the same hateful, condescending sneer.

Useless. Lazy. Loser. Embarrassment. Pointless.

Mistake.

“I’m not a fucking mistake!” Olivia shouted it at the top of her lungs.

Aiden had been raising the strap again, but his arm fell to his side with a softthudwhen she spoke. “What did you say?”

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