A final crack, and she braced for the next sharp sting, which she felt she would be unable to bear. But it did not come.
She sobbed, tears running down her face, hanging limply over the terrible device.
The man behind her said nothing, and fear coursed through her, making her legs tremble, as she anticipated that he would begin his spanking anew.
But something much, much worse was happening, and she could not explain it: the funny feeling, that very same feeling that had been inspired by Mr. Blackstone’s voice, or when she allowed the word “discipline” to careen about in her thoughts for too long, had returned. It was now so strong that it was branching out to the most immodest of places, where she could feel a pulsing, pleasurable heat.
And wetness.
Her face burned almost as much as her sore bottom, but she dared not move.
She heard the footsteps retreat from where she was tied, and the soft swoosh of a chair as he sat down.
“As I am certain your guardians have advised you, Miss Blanchet, a woman of these times must be feminine, delicate, and demure. You do not have a great abundance of these qualities, but I imagine that you shall learn them quickly. However, if you are to be a suitable companion for my acquaintance, you will need to learn additional traits. You will learn to be submissive, to be mastered, and to please the man who keeps you. Not by playing the piano or singing, as you might have done in your former life, but by submitting your body to his dominance and pleasuring his organ with your orifices.”
As Lina tried to make sense of what he was saying—for the words were all words she recognized, but strung together in such a bizarre context she could make no sense of them—he made a sound like a tssk and rose from the chair.
In a moment, the throbbing skin of her backside was reignited by the warmth of his hand as he cupped an entire cheek. Lina made a weak noise, but dared not to bring further punishment upon herself, as the waves of heat that rolled across her tender skin were almost too much to bear as it was.
She gasped, however, when his finger slipped between her cheeks, swiping right over her dirtiest and most naughty place, before moving down, down, and then...
Her body jerked violently as his thumb pressed on the very center of her private place. A sensation that seemed many times more intense than the cool, funny feeling in her private parts until now, jolted her to life. It was very pleasurable, but also painful, and frightening.
“Aha,” he commented. And nothing more.
He rubbed against this place until she was writhing and squirming, making most unflattering and unladylike noises.
“I... Mr. Blackstone, I... please... I cannot... what... oh! Oh, I cannot—”
“You will be silent,” Blackstone said calmly, hushing her instantly. “Unless you desire to be punished again. Next time I shall use a whip, for I am growing quite tired of your impertinence and you have already displeased me greatly, Miss, Blanchet.”
As he said this, his finger dippedinside of her,and worse yet, her body, now outside of her control, pulsed around it.
“Hmm,” Blackstone commented. “Miss Blanchet,” he mused. “Are you the sort of very naughty girl who enjoys beingdisciplined?”
“Nnn...n...no, no, good heavens, no,” she stuttered, squirming helplessly, her body bucking against the restraints, mysteriouslytoward her captor. “I don’t... sir, please, I don’t understand what is happening, oh please. Please, stop... stop...”
But he did not stop. His finger rubbed against that strange part of her body until a screaming ache encompassed her entire lower body. She could feel that liquid was sliding down her thighs, and she wondered what it could be, and burned with shame as it simply poured from inside of her.
And then, just as she thought she could no longer stand it, the fingers were gone.
She panted, and then whimpered. The stimulation that had been so torturous was removed, and yet... she did not feel better.
She let out the deep breath she had been holding and it came out as a sob.
She squirmed in silence, and then shrieked when another hard slap tore across her burning skin. “We shall begin your training tomorrow,” Mr. Blackstone said. “Indicate that you understand by sayingyes sir.”
Lina sniffled. She desperately wanted to say something else, but she could almost feel the heat of his hand hovering just above her skin, and the painful spanking was throbbing, stinging, and burning over her buttocks. Her skin was raw, and her body jerked just imagining another slap cutting through the pain with its searing heat.
She wanted to protest, so very much, for Mr. Blackstone did not understand, and it was all very unjust. She did not know what he meant about training, or the very strange things he had described about her pleasing this strange man, but she was certain it was all very naughty andmostimproper.
“Yes, sir,” she said quietly, giving up. She would make her case tomorrow, or better yet, she would escape. For now, her only goal was to prevent Mr. Blackstone from spanking her again.
“Good. Now, I shall remind you of what we have learned today.”
Smack.
Lina’s breath was caught in her throat for a moment before it left her throat in a humiliating gasp.
