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cries of protests from beneath and realized he was practically smothering her. He rolled to one side, but didn’t immediately release her . She was unlike the women h e usually fucked, who were of Eastern European descent, many of them Russians, and much sturdier and stockier than this delicate American flower.
At least she hadn’t started screaming again, he realized, which was a point in her favor, but he did notice that she hadn’t brought her legs to her chest as she should have in order to retain as much of his seed as possible.
So he sat up and did it himself, tugging her legs well up, then taking the flat of his hand to her behind for not having done as she was supposed to. Later he would give her a more severe punishment, so that she would know that he meant exactly what he said to her, and that his word was law to her. But right now it was more important that she remain in that exact position for a while.
Cassie bawled and howled just from his hand – he couldn’t imagine what she was going to do when he introduced her to his belt . . . or the cane he’d bought while he was in England a while ago . . . or the single tailed whip he favored sometimes, although that could, if the person wielding it wasn’t very careful, permanently mar her skin, and he knew he oughtn’t do that until he knew whether or not she was capable of breeding. If she wasn’t she would be sold off as such, and they would lose a lot of money if she was marred in any way.
Considering how often he wanted her – which, he was surprised to realize was again, right now, alt hough he managed to deny himself, barely – she should be caught within no more than a month.
“When was the date of your last woman’s time?” he asked, hearing her shocked gasp.
Cassie immediately clamped her mouth shut. That was none of his business!
She was very surprised when her small act of defiance didn’t immediately earn her a clout or some sort of physical reprimand. The men here seemed to delight in doing nothing more than beating helpless women.
But he didn’t say anything more, either, which also made her very uneasy, as if she was waiting for the other shoe to drop.
And it did.
After a small pause, Jurek reached over and released her hands, then grabbed a handful of her hair at the back of her neck and lifted her off the bed, practically just using that. He pushed her up against the closest wall, which seemed to be unusually bare, especially in comparison to the ornate fashion in which the rest of the room was decorated.
She hadn’t noticed that there were handcuffs – the same type as had been used on her before, cushioned so as not to abrade her skin, but stiff, unfriendly leather. Before she knew it she was caught wrist and ankle, spre ad eagled and bound to the wall as if she was trying to give it a big hug.
From behind she could hear som ething swishing through the air and knew she didn’t want to know what it was, and she couldn’t even begin to think that he was going to bring it crashing down onto her pert buttocks, but that was exactly what he did. The very thin cane was almost more like a switch, cutting viciously through the air and then even more cruelly into her vulnerable backside.
Cassie had seen swit ches used on some of the children who lived near them before, when they were unlucky enough to have parents that believed in corporal punishment, and those that did seemed to be quite fervent about it. Mary Louise Coughlin had gotten a switching from her Mother right in front of Cassie for eating the crabapples she had been told not to , and they weren’t even really children then . That was just last year, and when the two of them had just turned eighteen.
So not only did poor Mary Louise have a stomach ache, but she had a burning butt to go with it. Mrs. Coughlin hadn’t hesitated in the least in pulling her daughter’s skirt up and her bloomers down , and Cassie had had to turn her
At least she hadn’t started screaming again, he realized, which was a point in her favor, but he did notice that she hadn’t brought her legs to her chest as she should have in order to retain as much of his seed as possible.
So he sat up and did it himself, tugging her legs well up, then taking the flat of his hand to her behind for not having done as she was supposed to. Later he would give her a more severe punishment, so that she would know that he meant exactly what he said to her, and that his word was law to her. But right now it was more important that she remain in that exact position for a while.
Cassie bawled and howled just from his hand – he couldn’t imagine what she was going to do when he introduced her to his belt . . . or the cane he’d bought while he was in England a while ago . . . or the single tailed whip he favored sometimes, although that could, if the person wielding it wasn’t very careful, permanently mar her skin, and he knew he oughtn’t do that until he knew whether or not she was capable of breeding. If she wasn’t she would be sold off as such, and they would lose a lot of money if she was marred in any way.
Considering how often he wanted her – which, he was surprised to realize was again, right now, alt hough he managed to deny himself, barely – she should be caught within no more than a month.
“When was the date of your last woman’s time?” he asked, hearing her shocked gasp.
Cassie immediately clamped her mouth shut. That was none of his business!
She was very surprised when her small act of defiance didn’t immediately earn her a clout or some sort of physical reprimand. The men here seemed to delight in doing nothing more than beating helpless women.
But he didn’t say anything more, either, which also made her very uneasy, as if she was waiting for the other shoe to drop.
And it did.
After a small pause, Jurek reached over and released her hands, then grabbed a handful of her hair at the back of her neck and lifted her off the bed, practically just using that. He pushed her up against the closest wall, which seemed to be unusually bare, especially in comparison to the ornate fashion in which the rest of the room was decorated.
She hadn’t noticed that there were handcuffs – the same type as had been used on her before, cushioned so as not to abrade her skin, but stiff, unfriendly leather. Before she knew it she was caught wrist and ankle, spre ad eagled and bound to the wall as if she was trying to give it a big hug.
From behind she could hear som ething swishing through the air and knew she didn’t want to know what it was, and she couldn’t even begin to think that he was going to bring it crashing down onto her pert buttocks, but that was exactly what he did. The very thin cane was almost more like a switch, cutting viciously through the air and then even more cruelly into her vulnerable backside.
Cassie had seen swit ches used on some of the children who lived near them before, when they were unlucky enough to have parents that believed in corporal punishment, and those that did seemed to be quite fervent about it. Mary Louise Coughlin had gotten a switching from her Mother right in front of Cassie for eating the crabapples she had been told not to , and they weren’t even really children then . That was just last year, and when the two of them had just turned eighteen.
So not only did poor Mary Louise have a stomach ache, but she had a burning butt to go with it. Mrs. Coughlin hadn’t hesitated in the least in pulling her daughter’s skirt up and her bloomers down , and Cassie had had to turn her
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