I gulp, mesmerized by his dark eyes. “I will.”
“Then do what Gorde told you, and lean over the bed. Nice, wide stance so we can see that pretty pussy while we punish you, too.”
I suck in a breath. “I—”
“You’re going to obey. If you delay, we’ll add strokes. Is that what you want?” He raises an eyebrow.
“No.” I bend over the sleeping platform, feeling the fabric soft against my breast. My nipples are hard and the touch of the fabric is arousing. He taps the inside of my foot with his and I spread my legs, feeling the cool air brush my beaded skin. I wish it was his fingers. His tongue. I shift against the structure and moan.
“You naughty little slave,” Benn says, humor in his voice. “Look at you, all wet from your spanking. This next part might not feel so good, though.” He clears his throat and his tone gets firm. “You’re going to stand still for the cane. No reaching back, no kicking, no moving out of position. You do that, you get another one, and we’ll keep redoing it until it counts. Gorde and I have all the time in the world to punish your pretty ass, so don’t worry about inconveniencing us.”
My body surges with adrenaline. “Please.” I don’t know what I want.
“You want to get started? By all means.” He steps over and takes the cane from Gorde. When he swishes it through the air, standing so I can see clearly, I gasp.
“Hear that?” He does it again. “Sounds like a lot of power. Get ready.”
I clench my buttocks.
“No. Relax your muscles.” He touches my ass. “Nice and soft for me, Danica. Don’t make me wait too long.”
I force myself to unclench.
“Good. It’s a better punishment this way,” he explains, running his fingers over my cheeks. I expect him to start the punishment, but he keeps stroking me, over and over, until I relax into his hands. When he strays close to my cleft, I wiggle, trying to entice him closer. He’s almost where I want him, need him. I’m breathing harder now.
“Benn…” I murmur.
“Mmm?” He lowers his fingers.
“Please touch me.”
“I am touching you.” He’s smiling; I can hear it in his voice.
“More.”
“Oh, but, baby, you need your caning first,” he murmurs, stroking my inner thighs. “And consider yourself lucky”—he touches my sit spots, then the back of my thighs—“that we’re only giving you five, and all on your ass. Really naughty humans get a dozen on their ass and another dozen on their thighs, too.”
I suck air. “Please.”
“Make sure they’re good hard ones,” encourages Gorde. “I want her to feel this all week when she sits, as a reminder of what she did.”
“Consider it done.”
Benn touches my back, then runs his fingers up my spine, landing at my neck. He brushes my hair out of the way, his fingers soft, then clears his throat. “Gorde. Hold her down, please, for the first one? She’s unaccustomed to the bite and she may need—training—to learn to stay in place.”
Gorde puts one strong hand on my neck, the other on my back. His hands are warm and I close my eyes at the touch. Even knowing they’re going to cane me, I’m aroused. I want them both. Now.
I hear it before I feel it, the harsh hiss of air. Then I feel impact. And then… “Mother Earth!” I wail and twist, kicking up one heel, trying to get up. The bite is wicked
, pure fire across my ass.
Gorde presses his palms to my body, not hurting, but securing me. Not allowing me to leave my position. “Stay still,” he admonishes.
“Ouch, ow. It hurts.” Tears prick my eyelids and I try to reach back, but he grabs my hands.
“Danica, did I say you could touch?”
“No, Master, but ow. I need to.”