She stiffened, then squirmed.
“Lie still.” Linc smacked her ass firmly to bring blood to the surface and warm her up for the harder punishment. If the circumstances had been different, he wouldn’t have progressed beyond using his hand. Normally if more chastisement than spanking was needed, a freshly peeled finger of ginger in her ring during the spanking would likely have been enough of a lesson in submission to make a beautiful, young lover contrite and well behaved.
This wasn’t as enticing a scenario, as she would soon learn. Adding force to the spanking, he watched her soft skin heat beneath his hand. She writhed, her long legs squeezing together, her feet smacking the mattress. She remained well positioned for him, even arching her back in a way he recognized. She was aroused, at least partially, and the press of her body against his cock made him again consider darker, sexual punishments.
“Good girl,” he said, massaging her warm ass through her silky shorts. A lovely musk in the air stoked his lust. His nemesis had a traitorous body that enjoyed discipline, at least when it was just. He lowered the fabric, exposing pretty red flesh that looked like so many of his favorite rare fruits. His hand pushed between her thighs, fingers stroking her virgin pussy, sliding through the moisture there. Exhaling a low groan, he shifted to ease the pressure on his cock.
Larsinc retrieved the five-stranded beaded thrasher from his pack. He’d been over his plans hundreds of times, but now that the time had come to lash her, he weighed the decision again. She had betrayed him. It had cost him months…and blood. A whipping was a just punishment.
“The next part will be the hardest,” he said, his voice rough and low.
Gissandre shivered, and he wondered if she could sense the looming threat to her virginity. It excited his body to have her finally within his grasp. He could easily push his fingers into her, readying her for deeper penetration. Then with long, hard strokes of his cock into that waiting channel, he could claim her completely.
Her body bucked, and, moving his hand to her back, he steadied her, reminding himself this was not about pleasure. At least not the kind that would end with his come pumping into her pussy.
“If you bear up and behave from now on, this will be the only time I use a beaded tool on you.”
Her body trembled. He knew she was young and relatively innocent, but actions had consequences. He clenched his jaw, reminding himself of the scars he’d brought home from his time in the Wilds, and of the hunger and pain he’d suffered while there. She deserved a hard lesson. She was lucky he valued her perfect skin too much to leave it permanently marked as Ketturan justice would’ve called for.
He began the thrashing slowly, but with the requisite force to raise sharp red lines. Her shrieks were muffled by the gag, but she kicked her legs violently. He moved one of his own legs over hers to secure her position and pressed a palm against the hollow of her back. Gissandre was his to discipline, slowly, steadily, mercilessly.
Resuming the dark punishment of her gorgeous body, he felt her defiance melt away as the fine welts grew thick and the pain made her clench and cry. When there was no unmarked area left, her flesh was swollen and crimson. Her wracking sobs, though muted, convinced him the painful and humiliating lesson would make a deep impression on her.
Larsinc set the thrasher aside, thumbing a smooth bead as he looked at her ass. She wouldn’t be able to sit the following day or perhaps the one after either. He lifted her sobbing body and laid her on her bed. He rubbed her lower back for several moments, then dripped a cool serum of healing sap onto the fiery streaks. He smoothed it over her with a light touch as she tried to jerk away.
“Stay still. The punishment’s over. This will help.” He kept his tone neutral, not allowing any regret to seep into it. She’d earned this and a lot more.
Her shaking shoulders made him pause and then stretch out on the bed next to her. He unhooked her arms and massaged them, then moved her limbs slowly to ease the tension. Finally, he drew her to him and put his arms around her. Her tears soaked through his canvas shirt as he stroked the back of her head and made soothing sounds. It took a long time for her to settle.
“You deserved that punishment, which you well know. It was harsh, but it’s over.” His fingers twisted gently in her tousled hair. “That doesn’t mean that our association is ending though. From now on, you’re mine until I say otherwise,” he murmured, resting a palm just above her swollen ass. “I never want to whip you that brutally again, so don’t push us to it. Never behave in a way that risks your life or mine. Understand?”
She didn’t murmur a sound. The only things audible were her sobs and sniffles.
He gripped her ass possessively and squeezed, causing a flurry of motion from her as she tried to escape, her noises indignant and angry.
“I asked you a question, Gissandre. Answer me. Do you understand?” he demanded firmly.
She made a noise of acceptance, and he released her hot flesh.
“Good girl.”
* * *
Gissandre cried herself to sleep, then woke with a screech when she accidentally rolled onto her back. She flung herself back onto her belly, breaking into noisy tears again, though now more from frustration and rage than pain.
The throbbing ache in her bottom was relentless. Larsinc had had no right to break in to do that to her. The utter arrogance! And he’d had the nerve to leave the cooling serum, saying she’d need it again later. She’d flung it into the garbage defiantly.
“Please yourself,” he said, putting his coat on and disappearing through the ceiling.
Now, hours later and so sore she wanted to scream, she retrieved the gel and gingerly applied it to her throbbing bottom.
Lying back down, she tried not to clench her jaw, which was still sore from that horrible harness contraption. She rubbed the hinges of her jaw with her thumbs. She vowed that he’d never have such power over her again as she fell slowly into a fitful sleep.
