The gasp that escaped her throat was involuntary, as much surprise as a reaction to the sharp bite of his hand on her tender flesh. Her skin reignited instantly, the burn spreading across her entire bottom. She tried to lurch away.
His fingers were in her hair immediately.
She winced. Not from pain though, his grip was strangely gentle. More from the shock of it. No one had ever dared treat her that way. And somehow… embarrassing as it was, her body betrayed her instincts as the soft folds between her legs became wet.
His palm fell on her rear again with a loud clap, and another wave of heat radiated from the place where his hand touched her.
Leola sucked in her breath, her eyes wide, her mouth open without words or sounds leaving her lips.
Another smack followed, landing on her other cheek in a firm correction. Heat blossomed in her bottom. It flared up her back until her face was red.
Sedrak spanked her five more times on each side of her rear before straightening and stepping back. “When do you obey my commands?” he demanded.
The question ricocheted in Leola’s mind: she understood the words but could make no sense of them. She glanced over her shoulder at him, unsure of what answer he wanted to hear.
Sedrak gave her another smack, sideways this time. “Always and at once,” he growled. His left hand held her hair still, and his grip tightened. He expected a response.
“Yes,” she croaked.
“Say it.” His palm connected with the other side of her bottom.
“Always and at once,” she said quickly, and then closed her eyes in anticipation of another spanking.
He smacked her bottom again, adding yet more heat to what was already there; the sharp sting faded and her skin throbbed.
“Who is your master?” Sedrak growled.
Her stomach tightened. Still unsure of the answer Sedrak desired, reeling in her mind, the pain on her bottom clouding her thoughts, she choked out the first thing that came to her. “You are.”
“When do you obey your master’s commands?” Another smack. Then another. Her eyes grew wet, even as the stinging pain traveled to the lowest part of her abdomen, curling up into a coil of that funny feeling, the one that made her wet between her legs.
“Always and at once,” she stammered.
“You say your master’s name when you’re finished speaking to him,” Sedrak growled. Her abdomen coiled further still while her thoughts raced. What did he want? What did he mean?
Another smack across both of her buttocks clarified her thoughts. “I understand!” she cried quickly. “I understand… M-m-master?”
Sedrak growled, and squeezed her bottom. Saying the word ‘master’ made humiliation flare inside of her, the sensation as cool as her skin was scorched.
She was starting to understand whather placewith this brute would be. She had no choice; she knew that, she understood that. There was nothing she could do but submit to him. Her sore bottom was still stinging, and as she thought of another spanking even further inflaming her skin, she felt a slight flutter of fear.
And something else, but—no!
“I will obey my master’s commands at once, Master,” she added, almost hysterically.Please,she thought.Please let that satisfy him.
Sedrak grunted, and she waited for another sharp swat. Instead, he pulled her hair until she was standing straight, then let go. Evidently she had satisfied him. Reaching toward her neck, he unclasped the leash but left the collar in place.
He stepped around her and looked her squarely in the eyes. “Your cunny is slick again. You have good taste in punishment.”
Her vision blurred at the humiliation that welled through her. “I do not…” she began, but she cut herself off. What would this beast care of her pleas, her claim that she did not know what was wrong with her? She had given herself to him, and now she was his to do with as he pleased.
“I mean,” she hurried to add, “yes, Master.” Inside she cursed her treacherous body. The tickling ache was throbbing now, and hot. She felt juices seeping from her insides down her leg.
Sedrak was silent for a moment, and she stared at the ground, unable to meet his scorching gaze. What would he do to her next? Why, inside her body, did she feel electrified by the presence of his muscled torso so close to hers, instead of purely fearful?
“You learn quickly,” he growled, startling her. “It pleases me.”
She looked at him in surprise. His gaze held her captive, but it was a look of brutal hunger, and her insides felt like a raging sea.
