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was different than she’d thought, decidedly more painful but all the more delicious. She gritted her teeth, readying herself for his next assault.
    “Two!”
    The next blow came stronger than the others, a merciless crack across the backs of her thighs that sent a shock of pain up her legs, making her all too aware of the slow hunger beginning to build up in her neglected pussy, exposed for the whole room to see. She was ashamed to think of all the people who could see her so intimately, could perhaps even smell her arousal as clearly as she could.
    She felt him draw his hand back; the tension in the air as she waited for his next strike. Everything seemed in slow motion, and she could almost sense the moment his strong hand would impact her delicate flesh.
    “Threeeee!” she wailed, feeling the localized stinging give way to a more general burning that radiated up her thighs, making her skin tender and swollen.
    He caressed her rosy backside, feeling the heat coming off her skin, streaked with red from his expert hand for the first time. She’d ached to feel his bare skin on hers and if it must come at the expense of some pain so be it. She welcomed it.
    “Good girl,” he acknowledged, “you learn quickly don’t you?”
    “Yes Sir,” she replied quietly, unable to conjure up more than the most basic response.
    She could hear people around her now, feel their eyes burning into her, watching as she
    received the sweet suffering her Master so carefully provided her. Tears were welling in her eyes now, from the pain, the embarrassment of being so sordidly displayed; and from the sudden realization that this was what she had wanted---what she’d needed---for longer than even she knew.
    His finger slid between her legs, feeling the slick well of moisture that had built up during her long awaited discipline. She felt weak and dazed, hungry to feel any part of him inside her, drowning in the juices he’d stirred up in her.
    “Look how wet you are, all ready for me...”he slid a thick finger deep inside her, “In good time, my lovely.”
    Helena stifled a moan, feeling her pussy contract around his finger, vainly attempting to keep him inside her, not caring for the moment that her wanton display could be seen by anyone nearby. She dared not open her eyes, for the moment she felt safe under his control, as though they were the only ones in the world.
    “Are you ready for some more, my pretty slave?”
    “Ohh...yes! Yes Sir...” she moaned dreamily, her heart pounding at the mere mention of the word slave. How long she had waited for a stern, powerful man to truly claim her; to make her the slave and willing servant she longed to be.
    “Ask for another.”
    “Sir? I beg your pardon?”
    Helena had heard him, but wished she hadn’t. She could get past the idea of being half naked in front of these people, even being spanked in front of them was as mortifying as she thought it would be---but to beg for punishment in front of a room full of strangers? She couldn’t; she simply couldn’t do it.
    “Ask for another one,” he repeated, punctuating his words with a few quick smacks to her rump. The shock of it made her squeeze tighter around his finger, reinforcing the craving deep in her pussy. He sensed it and retracted his finger, leaving her with an unbearable sense of emptiness.
    Her face burned with embarrassment, surely he and everyone else could see the steady stream of liquid escaping her flowing pussy, she was helpless to stop it and knew it was only going to get worse. She took a deep breath and tried to speak, her words catching in her throat.
    “Another please, Sir...” she whimpered, trying to block out the sound of voices and the faces of the small crowd that had gathered to watch them.
    “Speak up slave!”
    He didn’t strike her this time, but waited for her plea, curious to learn the limits of her devotion to him.
    “Another one please, Sir!” she cried, bracing her body for the