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p-promise!” Now that she had a reprieve, she swiped the tears from her face with trembling fingers.
“Do you think you’ll call me a pompous, arrogant ass again?” He rubbed his normally smooth hands over her injured flesh, except now they felt rough and harsh. And yet, they were cool on her fiery bottom. She wiggled, trying to avoid his touch, but to no avail.
“No, Sir. I’ll never c-call you names again. I promise, S-sir!”
“Mmmm, there seem to be a lot of promises occurring. Is that because you really mean it, or because you don’t like my belt?” He patted her bottom lightly, chuckling. “I wonder.”
“No. I mean it. I do.”
“Well, let’s be sure. Ten more swipes of my lovely ‘minder’ here ought to seal the deal, I’m thinking.”
The last ten came quickly. Most of the stripes were focused on the underside of her backside and on her upper thighs. Finally, the strokes stopped, but she was sobbing so hard, she wasn’t even aware her punishment had come to an end.
It wasn’t until she’d felt his hands rubbing her back and bottom lightly, that she realized he’d finished. “It’s over,” he whispered. “It’s all over. You were such a good girl.”
She heard the sound of the belt buckle, and it made her bottom clench in reaction. Now she understood the incentive to avoid a belt punishment. She would definitely choose her words carefully to avoid a thrashing with that belt again.
“C’mon, girlie. Let’s get you to the corner so we can talk and cuddle.”
He brought her to an empty corner in her own living room. She wondered if he’d left it empty on purpose when he’d decorated her living quarters. Did he know that he would be punishing her and sending her to that very corner some day? Or was it just habit for him to leave a corner in every room free? She’d have to pay closer attention tomorrow. Maybe all Masters did that?
“Leave a corner free in every room for the disobedient slave.”
Inga reached around to touch her seared bottom.
“Now, I know you know better than that! No one allows a sub who’s in the corner to touch her punished bottom. If you feel you haven’t been punished enough, you let me know. Don’t decide to misbehave — the consequences are a lot worse than you’re bargaining for.”
She quickly put her hands in front of her and stood quietly until it was time for him to call her out of the corner. She’d definitely treat him with more respect after this punishment.
If he was trying to impress her with his skills as a Master, it had worked.
Chapter Seven
G arrett sat on the couch staring that delicious bottom. Perky and bubbly — just as a he liked an ass. Her backside jiggled in such a sensuous way, his cock hardening at the sight. He had resisted the urge to cup her breasts while she was over his knees, every swat sending them swaying and brushing against his left thigh. Even now, she stood flexing her knees, trying to cope with the pain, the movement making her bottom quiver.
Regretfully, he wondered what had possessed him to tell her she didn’t have to suck him off. He would be relieving himself in the shower later that night — again. Although he wanted to watch her for a while longer — a lot longer, actually — it seemed repentant and cuddling would be need to be next on the agenda.
“All right, Missy. Are you ready to come over here?”
She quickly nodded, turning from her corner, her head down, stealing occasional glances his way.
Repentant. A very good sign.
“As we discussed, I want you kneeling at my feet.”
He rose from the couch, crossing his arms across his chest. Annie had told him that she’d always felt so small and intimidated when she’d been told to kneel in front of him staring at those muscled arms.
Inga walked over, seemingly unsure about what she should do with her arms. “Keep those arms at your sides. The humiliation of being naked and open to my view is part of the
“Do you think you’ll call me a pompous, arrogant ass again?” He rubbed his normally smooth hands over her injured flesh, except now they felt rough and harsh. And yet, they were cool on her fiery bottom. She wiggled, trying to avoid his touch, but to no avail.
“No, Sir. I’ll never c-call you names again. I promise, S-sir!”
“Mmmm, there seem to be a lot of promises occurring. Is that because you really mean it, or because you don’t like my belt?” He patted her bottom lightly, chuckling. “I wonder.”
“No. I mean it. I do.”
“Well, let’s be sure. Ten more swipes of my lovely ‘minder’ here ought to seal the deal, I’m thinking.”
The last ten came quickly. Most of the stripes were focused on the underside of her backside and on her upper thighs. Finally, the strokes stopped, but she was sobbing so hard, she wasn’t even aware her punishment had come to an end.
It wasn’t until she’d felt his hands rubbing her back and bottom lightly, that she realized he’d finished. “It’s over,” he whispered. “It’s all over. You were such a good girl.”
She heard the sound of the belt buckle, and it made her bottom clench in reaction. Now she understood the incentive to avoid a belt punishment. She would definitely choose her words carefully to avoid a thrashing with that belt again.
“C’mon, girlie. Let’s get you to the corner so we can talk and cuddle.”
He brought her to an empty corner in her own living room. She wondered if he’d left it empty on purpose when he’d decorated her living quarters. Did he know that he would be punishing her and sending her to that very corner some day? Or was it just habit for him to leave a corner in every room free? She’d have to pay closer attention tomorrow. Maybe all Masters did that?
“Leave a corner free in every room for the disobedient slave.”
Inga reached around to touch her seared bottom.
“Now, I know you know better than that! No one allows a sub who’s in the corner to touch her punished bottom. If you feel you haven’t been punished enough, you let me know. Don’t decide to misbehave — the consequences are a lot worse than you’re bargaining for.”
She quickly put her hands in front of her and stood quietly until it was time for him to call her out of the corner. She’d definitely treat him with more respect after this punishment.
If he was trying to impress her with his skills as a Master, it had worked.
Chapter Seven
G arrett sat on the couch staring that delicious bottom. Perky and bubbly — just as a he liked an ass. Her backside jiggled in such a sensuous way, his cock hardening at the sight. He had resisted the urge to cup her breasts while she was over his knees, every swat sending them swaying and brushing against his left thigh. Even now, she stood flexing her knees, trying to cope with the pain, the movement making her bottom quiver.
Regretfully, he wondered what had possessed him to tell her she didn’t have to suck him off. He would be relieving himself in the shower later that night — again. Although he wanted to watch her for a while longer — a lot longer, actually — it seemed repentant and cuddling would be need to be next on the agenda.
“All right, Missy. Are you ready to come over here?”
She quickly nodded, turning from her corner, her head down, stealing occasional glances his way.
Repentant. A very good sign.
“As we discussed, I want you kneeling at my feet.”
He rose from the couch, crossing his arms across his chest. Annie had told him that she’d always felt so small and intimidated when she’d been told to kneel in front of him staring at those muscled arms.
Inga walked over, seemingly unsure about what she should do with her arms. “Keep those arms at your sides. The humiliation of being naked and open to my view is part of the
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