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    “You’re not allowed to masturbate! A woman who’s with me has never been allowed to masturbate without permission.. You won’t masturbate again!” He turned her to face him. “Your orgasms belong to me. You’ll ask permission verbally, or by text or phone, before you bring yourself to completion.” He released her arm, and stood over her, his hands on his hips, glaring at her once more.
    “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry. It wasn’t a rule for me before. I’m not lying.” Guilty tears were threatening to spill from her eyes. He looked so upset and it confused her.
    He tilted his head. “Your Dom never restricted your orgasms? Ever?”
    “No. Was he supposed to?”
    “Well, if he treasured your most primal response, and wanted the strongest orgasms possible, then yes, he should have restricted your orgasms. In my house, you’ll give me all your pleasure. I covet it. I don’t want to share your pleasure with anyone — that includes you or any of your battery operated friends. If you have any toys, you better lock them up or throw them away. Only I get to use toys to play with your pussy. That little cunt is mine now. Clear?”
    “But… I like my toys. I go to sleep with my toys. I use them in the bathtub.” She took her hands off her scorched flesh and crossed her arms over her chest. He wasn’t going to tell her she couldn’t play with her toys.
    “I bet you like your toys. I like them too, missy. I didn’t say you won’t get to enjoy them at all — you just won’t enjoy them without me . By the looks of it, I think I’ll have many good nights playing with you.”
    He had that damn cocky grin on his face.
    “And once again the pompous, arrogant ass rises to the surface.”
    His arm swung out, his hand fisting in her hair, pulling it tightly.
    “We discussed this earlier. You will not call me an ass, let alone a ‘pompous, arrogant ass.’ This just proves my theory — again — that a lesson isn’t learned well by certain submissives unless there’s pain or punishment involved. Sometimes stronger measures are required. Talking just doesn’t work for everyone, and you appear to be one that requires firm reinforcement. Time for your spanking, Miss Inga.”
    Before she could formulate a response, he hauled her over to the couch, turning her to face him. Her eyes were drawn to his long, slender fingers which dropped to his belt buckle. Garrett slowly undid the buckle, pulling the tail free then sliding the leather through the loops, unthreading it from his pants. She couldn’t take her eyes off of it;— that lethal leather belt would be the instrument of her punishment and pain.
    She lifted her gaze to his, relieved to see neither anger nor upset in his dark eyes. What she saw instead was determination. A man of authority, used to giving orders and having those orders obeyed.
    He doubled the leather and palmed the buckle. His hands didn’t seem so genteel anymore. No, they seemed strong and firm now. Hands of steel.
    “Hey, girlie,” he whispered, lightly running his free hand down her arm. “What are you thinking? Talk to me.”
    “I deserve this, Sir. I know this. I didn’t obey you, and I behaved in a way that was rude, impudent and just… wrong. But the belt is something I don’t know. I’ve never had a belt used on me. The stories I’ve heard and read have me feeling… a little afraid, Sir.
    “I’m sorry this is your first time. But I’m glad I’ll be your first.” He winked at her, chucking her under the chin. “It’s going to hurt. But you can trust me, sweetie. I promise. That’s why the belt is used for more serious punishments. It doesn’t just fade away in a couple hours. I promise, you’ll feel this tomorrow too. But the behaviors you exhibited tonight are ones that I will never permit, and a slave of mine would never even think of displaying them. Either one — a slave or a submissive — would receive a serious punishment for snapping her fingers or calling