“Son of a bitch!” I hear Kayne bark as I escape down the dark hallway, sprinting toward the staircase. Just as I reach the first landing on the stairs I hear Kayne behind me. I keep my eyes on the front door as we both battle downwards, me strenuously trying not to tumble and fall. I jump the last five steps and hit the foyer floor with a thud, managing somehow to remain on my feet and keep oxygen pumping through my lungs. I dart across the cold marble with my heart beating out of control. When I reach the front door, I haul it open, even though the fucking thing weighs a ton. Just as I feel the cool breeze of outside, the door slams closed.
“No!” I scream as Kayne throws me over his shoulder, kicking the air and punching his back.
“You’re a fast little thing. I’ll give you that.” He smacks my naked, vulnerable ass.
“Oww!” My whole body jolts as the hard slap echoes around the opulent foyer.
“You’re going to pay for that, kitten.” He huffs up the stairs in bare feet and boxer briefs.
“Kayne, no!” I squirm with tears threatening.
The trek back to my cell is a terrifying one. Kayne doesn’t say a word as I dangle over his shoulder, fighting for my life. Once back inside, he marches straight into the circular room with the table of torture.
“Kayne!” I cry.
“You brought this on yourself, kitten.” He grabs something off the wall. I nearly go slack from the stress. The only thing keeping my body moving is the spasms of fear.
Kayne tosses me on the bed face down with me begging and pleading, and holds me there by my collar. “Don’t do this. You don’t have to do this!”
He ignores me as he positions my body; my feet spread on the floor, my chest pressed into the mattress. My behind exposed for the spanking.
“Kayne please! I’ll be good!” I implore one last time.
“You’re goddamn right you will.”
Smack!
He hits my bottom with something hard and the sound rings out through the room. “Ouch!” I yell.
Smack!
“Please! Please!” I beg some more as the object lands straight across my behind.
“You were a bad girl, kitten. You need to be punished. That’s how it works around here.”
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
He paddles my ass continuously until I’m choking with tears.
“Please stop!” I fight fruitlessly against him. His grip on my collar impenetrable. My behind on fire.
“What I really want to know, is where do you think you were going to go butt naked and collared?”
Smack!
“Anywhere is better than here! I’d rather be lost in the wilderness!”
“You think so, huh?”
Smack!
“Yes!” I screech.
One more immobilizing hit, then he stops, with me heaving for air. I hear the object fall to the floor.
