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)
But my master’s hand came down on my bottom not with a slap but with that ultra-possessive caress, the one he had used on me last night and on Candy just a few minutes ago. He had bent his knees just a little so that he could keep his hold on the other girl’s hip while he seized my bottom in his strong fingers and his broad palm, instantly probing between my thighs and making me widen my knees on the soft white towel, half in fear at what he would do if I failed to give him access to the part of me he had claimed above all as his own, half in my own abject plea for some release of my own wanton need.
“Lick, you little slut,” Master Hendryk said, and he squeezed so hard that what had seemed so much better than a spanking suddenly became much worse, much harsher. “Get your face back in that ass and do as you’re told.”
For a moment I couldn’t get my muscles to obey, as much as the terrible discomfort from my master’s hand made me long to do whatever he commanded. That hand left the tender spot, and I sobbed in relief, but only for an instant. The hand returned, with a spank, but not to my bottom. Master Hendryk spanked my pussy instead, and I shrieked with a pain that immediately became something much more ambiguous.
I thrust my face back between Candy’s thighs, between Candy’s warm bottom-cheeks, and I started to lick desperately. She cried out very softly, a cooing sort of noise, a noise of comfort and satisfaction. It brought an answering coo from me, and I ran my tongue from the complicated place where her shy little clit hid in its wrinkly hood to the hole our master had fucked this morning while I rested from the effects of having his cock in my own pussy.
Then I cried out into Candy’s private parts, my back arching hard, because Master Hendryk’s hand had come back with another caress, this one much softer.
“You may both come,” he told us, and then he made it happen.
CHAPTER 13
Hendryk
Renee’s reluctance had begun to have an unexpected effect on me. The way her body responded to my touch, with a kind of shuddering, ineffectual rebellion that ended in helpless acquiescence didn’t just make my already hard cock jump with dominant arousal. It stirred my heart in a way I almost hadn’t thought possible since I had started out on my career as—at least in a certain sense—a professional dominant.
I thrust my middle fingers inside the hot, slick sheath of her vagina and I held her beautifully marked bottom in my palm. I knew for a fact that the training group from which she had come at the Institute didn’t use pussy spanking as a teaching method. For most of Renee’s groupmates, I understood from what her dossier had imparted, that was because their basically angelic nature wouldn’t be well served by such a harsh punishment.
Some of them would almost certainly advance to that level of submission in the future—indeed the Institute’s assessors could predict the percentage within a point or two. To take them there too quickly would only scare them back into repression, though. So, like the training groups that for instance specialized in anal discipline to prepare concubines for dominants whose principal interests lay in that dark region, Master G’s training group specialized for the most part in angels available for purchase to men and women whose Lourcy scores fell in the five-to-seven range on the dominance scale.
Renee, however, had gone to Master G’s group for a different reason: her special, relatively rare constellation of submissive sexual traits meant that in her assessor’s judgment she should receive that relatively mild level of concubine training, but with the intention that her owner take her past the resistance she felt to his much more intense demands.
Dominants at eight and above on the Lourcy scale, Renee’s dossier had read, will have the necessary instincts to treat Renee with the firmness—even the harshness—she needs if she is to reach her potential both as a concubine and as an empowered, mature submissive. She will find herself—very much to her surprise—resisting her owner’s authority in a manner for which she will feel the Institute did not prepare her. Her owner’s instincts with regard to such extreme measures as vulval discipline and labial closure will serve as the best guide to her further training, under the monitoring protocols necessary in her case.
My eyes had fixed themselves downward, on the gorgeous sight of Renee’s sweet, punished bottom gripped firmly in my hand, my ears full of the sweet moans she had begun to emit into Candy’s spread backside. I glanced at Candy’s upside-down face, almost as red as her spanked bottom with the blood that had flowed there from her bent, penitent posture.