“Aw, baby, that’s cheating.” Benn chuckles as he comes in front of her, cups her chin in his hand. “This is about you, not how the galaxy tosses dice.”
I stroke her ass, soothing the burn we’ve surely ignited. “We only want an apology for your part, Danica.”
“I really am sorry.” She turns her head, looks at me with those gorgeous blue eyes. “You know it’s true.”
I wipe another tear. “Just to be sure, though, how about a dose of the strap? Benn?” I slap my thigh, enjoying the way her body jumps at the sound, and hold out my hand. “How many should we give her?”
“Start with ten and go from there,” he suggests. “That should be enough to make her sore tomorrow, but not so much that she can’t enjoy her regular routine.”
“We’ll reserve the strap for serious punishments.” I run it over her ass, and she quivers at the touch. “When she really needs to be chastised. When we bring out the strap, she’ll know she’s really in trouble.”
“That’s right, Danica.” Benn strokes her hair. “If you come home and see the strap lying on the sleepdisk, you’ll know that you’re in for a serious punishment later on.”
“Maybe we’ll even send you a comm picture of it, a close up.” I turn the strap sideways and run it slowly between her legs, making sure that it presses down into the crack of her ass. I push, and she sucks in a breath. “So you can think about it all day, and know what’s going to happen later.”
“No,” she murmurs, but when I move the strap, I can see how vecking wet she is now. She’s practically dripping.
“You don’t get to say no to us.” I stick two fingers into her, unable to
resist. She makes a sound of satisfaction, and I groan, her warm moist body calling to me.
“Taste this, baby.” I put my fingers to her mouth. “Suck your juices from my hand. This is how turned on you get when we talk about punishing you. You like being mastered by us. You thrive on it.”
“The pain and pleasure both.” Benn smiles. “She vecking loves it.”
“And she knows she needs this.”
She shifts and whimpers and I can’t wait a second longer.
“I’ll do the first five,” I decide. “You’ll finish it.”
I stand up and adjust the ottoman so it floats higher, giving me the perfect distance to swing the strap at her ass. “I think she’s ready. Ass up, love. Push it higher. I really want to see you reach for this punishment.”
I wait until she pushes up her hips, raising her ass to me. Then I lift the strap and bring it down, hard, right across both cheeks.
There’s a loud crack, a second delay, and then she howls.
“Ouch!” She twists furiously, but Benn grabs her tied hands and whispers into her ear. “That was just the first one, Danica. Nine more to go. You earned it, so you force yourself to take it.”
She sobs and nods, stills her body.
“Ask me to continue.” My hand itches. I don’t know if it’s right or wrong, but veck, I love having her tied down at my mercy, taking my stripes. I want it to hurt. Then I’ll make it better.
“Pl…please, Master Gorde, continue whipping me.”
The sound of her voice saying the word whipping inflames me. I raise the strap and slap it down again, this time at the base of her cheeks, and she screeches as the red stripe appears. “Ouch,” she whispers, closing her thighs, pressing one foot into the other.
“Legs open.” I tap her thigh. “And they stay open, unless you want a few strikes of the strap here?” I stroke her pussy.
She squeaks in alarm. “No, Master Gorde, not there.”
“That would certainly not feel good later, when we veck her,” Benn observes. “She’d be smart to keep those legs open.”
She likes it when we talk about her—we’ve discovered it gets her hot. She likes the element of danger even more.
“I’ll keep them open,” she promises, sliding her legs wide again, showing us that delectable cunt.
“See that you do.” I surprise her with a swipe of the strap, then another, so fast that she can’t cry out in between. I give her the last of my five, a good hard one, while she’s still processing the first two, then I toss the strap to Benn. Coming around to the front of the ottoman, I take her face in both hands and kiss her, passionately, and she responds instantly, her mouth opening to mine, her tongue greedy.