Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Master Hendryk raised his arm again. I screamed, in pain and terror, my limbs writhing within the leather restraints, all my muscles straining to escape the torment. I couldn’t bear it… I couldn’t bear even the third stroke, and I had watched girls take twelve of them, screaming the whole time. My eyes went to the face of my new owner on the screen, and I remembered his reasoning for administering so few strokes. My chest filled with fear; I could see in those blue eyes that the next time I got the cane my bare bottom would receive many more.
That third stroke landed. My body tensed at the thwack, at the split second of pressure, at all the accumulated agony in my bottom-cheeks, and then the tension seemed to release itself into a sob of pain and humiliation. On the screen I saw a pretty bottom with three livid double lines across it, and for a moment, bizarrely, I forgot that it was mine, despite feeling at the very same time that my master had made me ride a seat of fire to teach me to obey him.
The sight of the whipped bottom brought another sob from my chest, but in this one, to my mortification, I felt a surge of need that made my hips move desperately inside the restraint of the belt. I took my eyes from the screen, and I looked at Master G, whose own expression seemed very intent but also entirely impassive. His face seemed to tell me that I had moved beyond his care, and that perhaps he hoped I would serve my owner pleasurably, but Master Hendryk would see to giving me the harsh remedial training I so clearly needed.
I felt my master’s left hand move downward, over the tucked-up skirt of my flimsy nightgown, over my tailbone, to take gentle hold of my whole bottom. My eyes went back to the screen, because the image had zoomed in again, to show in exquisite enlarged detail what Master Hendryk’s big hand looked like, covering the round little cheeks where he had left his cruel marks. My rear end squirmed under his possessive caress, and I arched my back helplessly. A whimper emerged from my slightly parted lips. The sight of it on the screen and the feeling of those strong fingers, somehow both soothing and agonizing on the welts of the cane, made the need in my exposed pussy grow past anything I had ever felt before.
I couldn’t look at Master G, because I felt sure that if I met his eyes again I couldn’t keep resentment off my face, an accusation that he hadn’t trained me as completely as he should have. I closed my eyes and hung my head as my master explored me further with his hands. I heard a clatter as he dropped the cane to the stage, and then he had both his hands on my backside, pulling my bottom-cheeks apart.
I squeezed my eyelids even further shut as I understood that he was inspecting the darkest, most private place of his new bed girl’s anatomy. I knew with a shiver of humiliation that the screen showed the tiny, cringing flower of my anus to the audience in obscene detail. A murmur of appreciation went through the crowd, or perhaps I only imagined it, because I had a rushing in my ears from the furious beating of my heart.
“Lovely,” my master murmured. “We’ll open you up there in just a few moments, Renee. But I want to try out this wet little cunt first.”
I felt his hands leave my bottom, and I let out a sob of relief at the feeling of my cheeks closing to hide my shameful secrets. His right hand took hold of the belt across my waist again, and at the same time I felt the head of his hard manhood press at the entrance to my dismayingly warm sheath, parting the lips and slowly pressing into me. A moan broke from my lips. Again my limbs responded without my having any say in their movement: my hips bucked and my whipped backside pushed out, as if welcoming the conqueror who had so sternly and justly corrected the faults of his new possession.
His fingers were suddenly in my hair again, twining into my ponytail and forcibly raising my face.
“Look at the screen, you little slut,” Master Hendryk growled. “I want you to watch yourself getting fucked by the man who owns you.”
CHAPTER 6
Renee
I opened my eyes. I saw the terrible image and a thrill of wanton arousal went through my whole body at the sight of my master’s cock entering my pussy. I moaned again. I only realized as I felt Master Hendryk thrust himself all the way into me, and watched it on the screen, that I had obeyed him without even thinking of the consequences.