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fingertips along the source. He held up his fingers, rubbing the obvious moisture along the pads of his
fingers with his thumb. To my absolute horror, he licked two of his fingers, closing his eyes, fucking
savoring my humiliation. I sobbed. Out loud this time.
What s wrong Kitten? he pressed toward me, Is there something wrong with enjoying the
pleasure I give you? He watched me with obvious satisfaction, even as my tears rolled down my
cheeks before falling to the floor. Answer me Kitten. He insisted, some of the headiness leaving his
voice. I couldn t give him a response.
Purposefully, he took hold of both my bound arms and led me over to the bed. He sat first,
frightening me by pulling me onto his lap. I let out a surprised yelp, but quickly went silent. What
fresh hell did he have planned?
Why are you crying Kitten? he pried, Have I hurt you today? he gently kissed my shoulder.
Yes, I answered in a sob. Today the pain was emotional, the worst kind. He drew back from my
shoulder with a surprised expression, but quickly donned his mask of indifference. His lips once
again found their way to my shoulder, this time trailing up toward the nape of my neck. I tensed,
seeking some way to get away from his caresses but knowing there was none.
Answer me properly please, he murmured, Have I fucked you? I gasped, frozen with
overwhelming fear.
No Master, I said in a voice scarcely above a whisper. He wrapped his left arm around me
tightly, pulling me closer to his chest, forcing my head onto his shoulder. Excluding my fear,
humiliation and our semi-nudity, this had been exactly what I had wanted not an hour before. I had
wanted him to hold me. Careful what you wish for& .
Did you come? he whispered in the same soft voice. I shut my eyes and struggled not to shudder
in my silent sobbing. It s okay Kitten; you can tell me the truth. Go on, say thank you Master for
letting me come . With his right hand he forced my legs open over his thighs, fighting me as I vainly
tried to close them. I struggled with tears as my mind reeled. You re making me angry Kitten; answer
the question.
I snapped. My name isn t Kitten! I yelled, finally succumbing to hysteria.
Almost immediately, Caleb bent me over his left knee, holding my legs down with his right and
delivered a swift torrent of blows that had me screaming. As my mind scattered in every direction,
searching for my wits, the blows continued to fall on my naked bottom.
Please stop, I begged. Please stop, I m so sorry. I swear to God I m sorry. Mercy seemed to
be the last thing Caleb had on his mind. He buckled down on my squirming body and placed his
weight on my shoulders so that he could spank me in earnest while I struggled in frantic terror.
Please& please Master, I cried endlessly in long guttural moans. I wanted so badly to rub my
backside, but he held my straps.
Is it the pain that makes it easier for you Kitten? Does your pride require that you be beaten into
obedience? His voice was low, raw aroused. Beneath my belly his erection throbbed. Or was it
only my heart? He spanked me once more, demanding an answer I refused to give. He spanked me
again and I suddenly realized that after each spank, he rubbed away the sting. I wondered why, even
as more slaps landed.
My thoughts were beginning to fracture as I searched for a way to escape what was happening to
me. Just give him what he wants. He ll stop. What had I done to deserve this? Act like a whore and
get treated like one& Always those words, always haunting me and punishing me. It was suddenly
a comfort to know that once Caleb was done punishing me he would forgive me too. He wouldn t
hold on to imaginary transgressions. He would forgive me. I wanted to be forgiven.
Something interesting happened then. A shiver ran down my body and my mind was suddenly
blank. I thought of nothing. Literally nothing. No pain, or shame, or longing, or sadness. There was
only the sound of Caleb s palm landing across my bottom, my cries, his controlled breathing. His
blows were no longer painful; my backside was numb, warm. I slowly went limp in his lap. It was
strange, but I felt& at peace.
Caleb let up on me then, still bracing me firmly though I could feel his body relax against me. The
moment was quiet, only our breathing. Mine harsh and fast, his deep and slow. He stroked my back
silently, rubbing me as one would a horse, but I didn t mind. I needed it, craved it. I relaxed further.
After several minutes, he gently broke the silence, What is your name?
Kitten, I replied from some place outside myself. Gently, he rubbed my sore and swollen
buttocks. My breathing slowed, my body hummed.
It s so much easier when you give in Kitten, he said softly, so much easier. He was answered
only by a shallow whimper. Taking advantage of my lassitude, he slowly hoisted me upright into his
lap. Tangled hair stuck to my face, neck and back. Caleb pushed it back.
Normal, rational thought still hadn t returned. I was grateful. Normal, rational thought dictated that
I be frightened, angry or some variation thereof. It was nice to be devoid of such things. Caleb s eyes
wandered to my lips, then back up to meet my far off stare. He took a small key out of his pocket and
undid the lock that held my arms behind my back. I gently placed them in my lap, awareness beginning
to creep back in. I didn t like it.
Kiss me, he said. And before you say no& I cut him off by touching my salty lips to his soft,
supple mouth. He pulled back slightly at my impulsive boldness. But then I heard him sigh and he
leaned back in. I inhaled deeply, ignoring the press of all manner of emotion trying to infiltrate my
numbness.
I struggled to make the kiss seem natural, fighting the impulse to turn my face away. His demeanor
gentled. He was never gentle when he kissed me. It seemed awkward, but I felt something within him
changing. He moaned ever so slightly, a sound I hadn t really heard from him before. He reached for
my breast, but then withdrew his fingers. Again, restraining himself. Without warning, I felt the tiniest
surge of something similar to control. I d been powerless in every encounter with him, but in this
moment I knew what he wanted. He wanted me. Not just my body, but me. And although, he ruled me
for the moment, while he dictated my future, in this one kiss& I owned him. Abruptly, he pushed me
away.
Good girl, he said softly, but the waver in his voice betrayed a hint of confusion. He stood up,
looking down to find me staring directly at him. He smiled and grabbed a handful of my hair. You
shouldn t look at me unless I tell you to Kitten, you ll only do yourself harm.
The moment was over. He was in control again, but angry. At having lost himself, even for a
fraction of a second? I couldn t help but smile and didn t hide it fast enough. With a sneer, he led me
by my hair into the bathroom and bathed me quickly in silence.
After he toweled me down and brushed my hair, he again joined my wrists together, this time in
front. Raise your arms, he said sternly. The sudden power in his voice made me jump. He placed
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