He squeezes a breast and rolls my clit around, making me groan. I had noticed that he hadn’t come yet. I can feel his hardness against my backside. The soreness has returned, but my body doesn’t care. It wants to come again. It wants to be there for him.
"Do you remember if you preferred the stinging or the thudding sensation?" he asks.
I quietly groan but answer, "I think I liked the thudding."
"Then we'll start with that."
"What?!" Are we doing both?
"A little punishment is in order."
"Why?"
"Because you left without permission, without even telling me where or why you were going. And because you just came, twice, without asking permission to come."
Crap.
He pulls me up to my feet and gently walks me over to a different part of the room. I try to remember what the room contains. Am I next to the cross? The cage?
I hear what sounds like a padlock. My pulse quickens. Tony bends me over until my neck comes to rest against wood. He sets my wrists on either side of my head. I know which apparatus he has chosen now. It's the pillory. I hear him closing the top of the wood frame over my neck and wrists. I hear the click of the padlock.
I hear him walk toward the armoire and dresser, then silence. He's probably contemplating which of the implements to use. I hear a drawer opening. The suspense is killing me. I want to be able to see, to anticipate what I should brace myself for.
He returns to stand behind me. I'm not sure what implements he's chosen. He caresses my rump, then plays with my clit. When he withdraws, my body is desperate for his touch, whether it's pleasurable or painful. Anything is better than the vacancy.
I hear a whack and realize he's struck his hand with the paddle. I can handle this. I survived his last spanking.
"You've been a bad girl, Miss Virginia."
I swallow with difficulty. "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir."
"You deserve to be punished."
"Yes, Sir," I acknowledge, happy when he caresses my ass again. I just hope he gives me some warning before he spanks me.
"What is the lesson you need to learn?"
"To ask permission before I come."
With his thumb, he moves my clit from side to side. “And?"
"And not run away.”
He doesn't give me a warning, and the paddle sends my shoulders crashing into the stocks. Shit! That was hard!
"How bad are these transgressions?"
"Very bad... Sir"
The second blow makes me gasp so hard the hood is drawn into my mouth. I spit it back out. The air inside has grown eve
n warmer and more humid.
He caresses my burning ass.
"How badly should naughty girls be punished?"
"Very badly, Sir."