“Methods of pain are often misguided. It’s not always about the force used, my sweet Sophia. Something as simple as figging canbe so powerful. I’m certain you would agree.” He emitted a slight chuckle.
“Yes, sir.” The words were said through clenched teeth to the point she was surprised they were even recognizable. She’d read about figging before, even purchased a stalk one time at the grocery store, peeling it exactly as she’d seen on the internet. But she’d never had the guts to try something so… daunting.
Terrifying.
Delicious.
She automatically clenched her ass cheeks as he crawled onto the bed.
Wrath exhaled. “Relax, sweet Sophia.”
Wrinkling her nose, she attempted to obey as he pushed the tip of the ginger against her puckered hole. The slide inside was done with relative ease. Experiencing zero sensations, she breathed out.
“I’ll be back in fifteen minutes and don’t worry, my lovely one. I will return. Have faith. Perhaps a little trust.”
Faith. Right. She had very little faith in anything. But for some insane reason, she believed him.
During the next few minutes, she felt nothing different, no burning sensations of any kind. The moment she clenched her ass cheeks, she moaned, a biting sting jetting into the very core of her being. “Shit.” She no longer cared if he heard her exclamation. Wiggling, she tried to concentrate on keeping her asshole relaxed, willing her muscles to cooperate, but damn them. With a foreign object inserted in her ass, all she didwas clamp down, whimper, relax, repeat. This was going to be horrible.
After what had to be a very long five minutes, she was so anxious she had difficulty breathing. She wanted to call out, but in her mind, that would indicate defeat. Jesus. Was her mind even able to rationalize any longer?
“Fifteen minutes on the nose. I think you’re ready and I have a very special implement I’m going to use.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she could just make out the long, thin reed. A cane. He was going to whip her with a cane. Tears sprang to her eyes. “I…”
“Ssshhh… This is going to hurt, but it’s so well deserved. Don’t you think, my sweet?” Wrath moved into position, standing just off to the side.
Sophia was able to see his face, his lust-filled eyes. This was keeping him on edge, no doubt his cock thick and pulsing. She held her breath as he swung the cane, snapping the end against the bed. Every cell in her body tingled with anticipation. Sweet Jesus.
“Twenty, I believe on this lovely evening.”
Even his accent seemed thicker. She fisted her hands and the action made her clench her ass muscles the second he snapped his wrist, the reed striking her on the sweet spot. “Fuck!”
“No cursing,” he commanded then cracked once, twice again.
Pain tore through every muscle, forcing her to jerk, every muscle in her body tense. The stinging sensation turned into burning and all she could do was pant as her entire body reacted in a violent manner.
But her pussy clenched as if this was exactly what she craved.
She expected to feel the same level of humiliation as before, but instead, she was almost gleeful, accepting her punishment.
Wrath snapped his wrist, striking her several times in rapid succession.
She was forced to bite back a series of expletives, praying to some freaking God this would be over soon.
He tapped her ass with the cane then swung again, hitting her on the very tops of her thighs.
“Oh… God!” The scream was full blown. When she heard the whooshing sound again, she no longer cared about the ginger burning her asshole.
Every strike in a tight rhythm, he peppered her ass over and over again. Resting, he rubbed her ass cheeks, checking the position of the ginger, twisting the piece back and forth. “You’re doing very well.”
“Please, get this over with. Sir!” Clenching and unclenching her hands, tears slid from both eyes.
“We’re almost finished,” he murmured and ran the cane through his hand, allowing her to see his action.
Huffing, she turned her head the other way, doing everything she could to mentally prepare.
Wrath didn’t keep her waiting long. He issued the final strikes with a swift precision. “Excellent. You have a high threshold for pain.”
