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)
On a rack inside the cabinet hung my master’s disciplinary implements: wooden paddles, leather straps, and a single long rattan cane, half an inch thick. I shuddered just looking at them, but the shudder brought another clench between my thighs. Candy’s helpless cries of pain over the continuing, ceaseless crack of Master Hendryk’s palm on her backside seemed to make the spasm down there go on and on. The trembling hand I reached out to take the cane could hardly hold still enough to grasp its leather-bound handle properly. I fumbled it for a moment and almost dropped it.
Behind me, the spanking stopped. Candy’s shrieks fell to sobs.
“Are you ready to get yourself over the chair for your whipping?” Master Hendryk demanded.
I turned around. He loomed over the artificial girl though he still stooped a little so that he could keep his hand pressed atop her wrists, ensuring that she couldn’t squirm out from under his control. Candy’s bottom had turned a shade of red so vivid I couldn’t keep from letting out a little whimper. To my dismay, my left hand moved treasonously between my thighs, and my middle fingers performed a disgraceful little rubbing motion on my clit before I could stop them.
My mind filled with impressions from the past few days: Master Hendryk saying at the auction that discipline was always sexual for him… Candy spanking me… telling me she would pee on my face…
Learning. She has to learn, doesn’t she? That’s what discipline is… and this is our master’s educational theory.
I felt the crease in my forehead deepen until I could sense it in the roots of my hair. My fingers started again and I couldn’t stop them. Candy’s piteous sobs… her bright red bottom, clenching in agony… Master Hendryk’s strict tone as he taught her the lesson she needed for her naughty behavior…
He turned to look at me. He had a hard look on his face and I saw his eyes move downward to take in what my wanton hand was doing between my thighs. I bit my lip and pled for mercy with my eyes when his gaze returned to meet mine.
“Bring the cane here, Renee,” Master Hendryk commanded. “And take your hand away from your cunt. You know who it belongs to.”
“What?” Candy demanded. “Is she…?” She tried again to get out from under Master Hendryk’s controlling grip, but he pushed her down more firmly onto the bed.
“I can whip right here until you’re ready to get over the chair, Candy,” he said. “Then I’ll give you the twelve you’ve already got coming once your ass is where it should be.”
The effect of his dominant voice on my body seemed like an electric shock, the kind that freezes every muscle in your body. For a moment I couldn’t obey his last command to me, much as I wanted to out of simple fear that I would earn my own punishment rather than the fucking from his rigid penis that I needed more desperately now than ever.
He had turned to Candy to deliver his threat, but now he glanced back at me. His eyes narrowed as he saw that I hadn’t moved a muscle.
“Take that hand away, Renee,” he said coldly. “If I catch you masturbating while I punish your bed sister I’ll cane you too—just as hard as I’m going to whip her.”
A cry of fear and need broke from my throat, and I managed to pull my hand away and move toward him on feet that felt like lead. I held out the cane to him, the shaking in my hand communicating itself to the rattan as waving, almost as if I meant to hit my master with its horrid length. The very idea of lightly tapping him with the cane he used to whip naughty girls brought a little whimper to my lips; I could hardly imagine how he would punish a concubine who did something like that.
He took the cane from me. I stood with my right hand still outstretched, all my attention focused on the one hand on Candy and on the other inside me, trying to sort through my roiling ideas and emotions. He laid the length of the rattan across her bottom, gently, and Candy let out a little cry of fear.
“Answer me, you little slut,” Master Hendryk said in a low growl.
“I… please, Master…” she choked out. “I’m so sorry… I’ll lick your balls while you fuck Renee. I’ll be good!”
I had my eyes turned downward, obeying the reflex Master G had trained into me at the Institute. A concubine’s eyes must remain on her master’s penis when he has uncovered it in her presence and he hasn’t told her to turn her gaze anywhere else. So I saw Master Hendryk’s enormous, rigid cock give a little jump as Candy said the part about fucking me. I felt heat rush to my face and to my pussy at the same time, and I could hardly keep my fingers from returning to the forbidden, tingling place at the top of my bare cleft.