He came inside her, put a different plug in. Not her normal one. This one was fatter, both the inside part and the stem. Her asshole spasmed around it.
“For the foreseeable future,” he said, his voice like cold steel, “you’ll be disciplined on this bed every morning. Moveto the exact motherfucking spot you were in when you had your unsanctioned orgasm. Lay exactly as you were when you disrespected me. Disparaged what you are to us. Foreswore your promise to belong to us and obey.”
She crawled to the corner like a brokenthing, stretched her body over the edge exactly as she’d done before. Her heart splintered with every inch. The shape of her crime burned into muscle and memory.
He mechanically clipped her wrists behind her back. Fastened her ankles together with cold precision, and then he beat her ass and the backs of her legs with a fucking evil tawse.
She didn’t know how long it lasted. She only knew that by the time therealpain started, she’d already been crying for what felt like hours.
And apparently, her tears were only the halfway point.
The tawse kept falling, each strike heavy and deliberate, always landing where she already hurt the most. Same muscles at identical angles, as if he meant to carve the lesson into her. Her body trembled under each blow, straining against her bondage without meaning to. By the time he stopped, she couldn’t tell which pain was new and which had started days ago.
When he finally unfastened her cuffs, he muttered a curt,“Dismissed.”
And walked to his shower. Leaving her a bawling mess.
She went back to her room sobbing, her ass and the backs of her legs on fire. The bruises he’d beat into them screaming with every step. Her hole throbbed, aching from use. From punishment.
And the morning was just getting started.
The cold enemas when she took her icy shower every morning were perhaps the worst of the torments. Worse than canes, worse than the damned shocks to her clit from both the TENS and the violet wand.
Because she had to give them to herself. No one holding her down. No one watching her break. Just the order, the cold nozzle in her hand, and the knowledge that she had to shove it inside and twist the knob to make cold water flow into her bowels. Alone.
Physically excruciating along with a mindfuck of epic proportions, being made to give them to herself with no one there to witness her agony. No one there to see her body clench and fight. She hadn’t known that about herself, that part of what made suffering bearable was having her tormentor present. Their gaze, their control, their ownership. Without it, the pain was stripped raw, meaningless. Just cold, cruel emptiness.
The cramps hit in waves — rolling, brutal spasms that twisted her insides until she couldn’t tell where her guts ended and asshole began. Her abdomen locked, then knotted tighter, a storm tearing through her intestines like a flood of broken glass. Each gush of water was a dagger, stabbing cold, stabbing deep. Freezing her from the inside out.
Her vision went black at the edges. The cold shock so violent, she pressed her forehead to the tile to stay upright, dizzy and nauseous, bile burning in her throat as her belly cramped around the frigid invasion. Her whole body convulsed — shivers and cramps colliding until she couldn’t tell if she was shaking from cold, pain, or both.
A howl ripped up her throat, strangled back because no one was there to hear it.
And all the while, the shower hammered down, freezing her skin while the enema twisted her core.
The only thing warm in that shower were her unwitnessed tears, spilling hot against the cold tile.
But she never, not once, considered giving her safeword. Never considered walking into Kenny’s office to tell him it was too much.
She’d broken trust. She understood that now.
And she’d earn it back by accepting the punishment, by showing them she knew she’d earned every minute of pain. Every second of disgrace.
This was about more than the orgasm. It was about trying to excuse herself from having it, trying to pretend it wasn’t her fault. Trying to bend the truth to stay out of trouble.
She’d tested them, and if she was honest, their reactions were a little… not comforting, but it was like they cared enough to discipline her. Cared enough to fix what she’d fucked up.
She made her way downstairs to start breakfast, but Kenny was already frying the bacon. He nodded to the table. “Sit and read. If you understand, you’ll know what to do. If you don’t, ask.”
She sat and saw a schedule in effect while she was being punished, with a note that this would continue until he felt the lesson had taken.
The words at the top of the schedule hit home.
Wolves value loyalty and honesty above all else. Hawks do not, but if you’re going to be part of the pack, you need to understand how badly your actions hurt the men who own you.
We aren’t doing this because we want to break you. We’re doing it so you don’t break us.
Tears threatened to blur the words, but she blinked them away and read through the schedule. Kenny would come to her in the mornings, take her to Boone, who would use her and then provide his personal statement, which she assumed meant beating the fuck out of her while she was in the same position she’d been for the orgasm, which conveniently aimed her ass up so he could whale on it.
