fell into a tearfully submissive state. In the time it took to physically convince her of the folly of her ways, her bottom had turned an angry red color with some darker patches that he feared would probably bruise.
“Get up,” he snapped curtly. She pushed off the table, her hair tangled around her face and matted in tears. He took her by the chin and forced her to look at him.“Don't you ever try to hit me, you understand?” He spoke in a low, threatening growl. “You do that again and you won't sit again for a long time.”
She nodded, but that wasn't enough for him. “Speak,” he snapped at her.
“I won't do it again,” she promised, her voice cracking with tears.
“No you won't. You're not done paying for that little stunt either,” he informed her. “Go get packed up.”
Zora didn't need telling twice, she yanked up her pants and rushed out of the room as quickly as her legs would carry her.
***
“Fucking asshole,” Zora muttered to herself as she packed some things into the black bag she'd been given for the purpose. Savage's threat of making it so she couldn't sit had been made a reality. That damn slipper hurt even more than the tawse thing. It wasn't just her bottom that was bruised either, her ego had taken a pounding over Savage’s desk too. She'd been so sure she'd found a way out of his punishments, but her plan for avoiding more spankings by fighting back when he tried giving her one had failed miserably.
She didn't have time to lick her wounds however, not ten minutes later Savage was in the doorway. “Ready?” He snapped the question at her, he was clearly back into hard ass mode. There was not the slightest bit of warmth in his expression, his face was like granite as he glowered at her.
He took her down to the transport bay where she was loaded into a windowless van with bench seats flanking the sides of it. It rather reminded her of a prison van, but it was slightly more well appointed with a desk in the middle. Savage got into the back with her and another man, the one she recognized from the day Savage had accosted her at her apartment got in the front to drive. To her embarrassment, she was forced to try to sit with Savage watching her. She tried to do so as gingerly as possible, but putting pressure on her bottom was unpleasant in the extreme. The moment she put her full weight on the seat she let out an involuntary yelp of pain. She didn't look at Savage but she knew he probably had a look of satisfaction on his face. He enjoyed beating her, she was sure of it.
“Lay down if you want,” he said gruffly. “This will be a long trip.”
Zora didn't want to lay down, but she also didn't want to sit on her sore ass the whole time. When the van started moving, jolting her backside as it went over increasingly bumpy ground she quickly elected to spread out on the vinyl seat on her stomach. Savage sat near the front of the van, his long legs stretched out in front of him, his arms folded across his chest. He nodded when he saw her taking the common sense approach to avoiding more pain. “Better?”
“I guess,” she said. It was a lot better actually, but she wasn't going to tell him how much he'd managed to unsettle her with his spanking, it would only encourage him.
“You've taken a hell of a hiding lately. Your rear looks like a war zone,” Savage said conversationally, as if there was nothing strange at all about discussing the state of her bottom.
She frowned at his matter of fact description. “Of course it hurts. You hit me with a shoe.”
There wasn't so much as a scrap of guilt on his face. “You deserved it. Tell me. What were you thinking?”
Growling to herself, Zora wished there was some way of escaping the conversation, but she was locked in a small, fast moving box with the man and there was no way out. “I was thinking I didn't want you to hit me anymore.”
“So you thought you'd kick me?” Savage smirked at what he clearly considered a
“Get up,” he snapped curtly. She pushed off the table, her hair tangled around her face and matted in tears. He took her by the chin and forced her to look at him.“Don't you ever try to hit me, you understand?” He spoke in a low, threatening growl. “You do that again and you won't sit again for a long time.”
She nodded, but that wasn't enough for him. “Speak,” he snapped at her.
“I won't do it again,” she promised, her voice cracking with tears.
“No you won't. You're not done paying for that little stunt either,” he informed her. “Go get packed up.”
Zora didn't need telling twice, she yanked up her pants and rushed out of the room as quickly as her legs would carry her.
***
“Fucking asshole,” Zora muttered to herself as she packed some things into the black bag she'd been given for the purpose. Savage's threat of making it so she couldn't sit had been made a reality. That damn slipper hurt even more than the tawse thing. It wasn't just her bottom that was bruised either, her ego had taken a pounding over Savage’s desk too. She'd been so sure she'd found a way out of his punishments, but her plan for avoiding more spankings by fighting back when he tried giving her one had failed miserably.
She didn't have time to lick her wounds however, not ten minutes later Savage was in the doorway. “Ready?” He snapped the question at her, he was clearly back into hard ass mode. There was not the slightest bit of warmth in his expression, his face was like granite as he glowered at her.
He took her down to the transport bay where she was loaded into a windowless van with bench seats flanking the sides of it. It rather reminded her of a prison van, but it was slightly more well appointed with a desk in the middle. Savage got into the back with her and another man, the one she recognized from the day Savage had accosted her at her apartment got in the front to drive. To her embarrassment, she was forced to try to sit with Savage watching her. She tried to do so as gingerly as possible, but putting pressure on her bottom was unpleasant in the extreme. The moment she put her full weight on the seat she let out an involuntary yelp of pain. She didn't look at Savage but she knew he probably had a look of satisfaction on his face. He enjoyed beating her, she was sure of it.
“Lay down if you want,” he said gruffly. “This will be a long trip.”
Zora didn't want to lay down, but she also didn't want to sit on her sore ass the whole time. When the van started moving, jolting her backside as it went over increasingly bumpy ground she quickly elected to spread out on the vinyl seat on her stomach. Savage sat near the front of the van, his long legs stretched out in front of him, his arms folded across his chest. He nodded when he saw her taking the common sense approach to avoiding more pain. “Better?”
“I guess,” she said. It was a lot better actually, but she wasn't going to tell him how much he'd managed to unsettle her with his spanking, it would only encourage him.
“You've taken a hell of a hiding lately. Your rear looks like a war zone,” Savage said conversationally, as if there was nothing strange at all about discussing the state of her bottom.
She frowned at his matter of fact description. “Of course it hurts. You hit me with a shoe.”
There wasn't so much as a scrap of guilt on his face. “You deserved it. Tell me. What were you thinking?”
Growling to herself, Zora wished there was some way of escaping the conversation, but she was locked in a small, fast moving box with the man and there was no way out. “I was thinking I didn't want you to hit me anymore.”
“So you thought you'd kick me?” Savage smirked at what he clearly considered a
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