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“Spread your legs for me.” This time he’s more stern.

I catch my breath and center myself, the sting of my skin subsiding only slightly. He pushes the crop against my inner thigh until I force my feet apart.

He pulls back, getting some distance, then brings it right down on my most sensitive part. I scream, and the rope snaps tight around my straining wrists. My thighs close, trying to ease the intense pain in my clit.

“This is only a taste,” he says. “The Trial won’t be so easy.”

The leather smacks against my pussy again and again, turning it red hot. I do my best to press my heels into the floor to keep my legs open and take everything he wants to give me.

Even as a few tears fall down my cheeks, I won’t quit. I accept his punishment. Every single strike to my pussy. And when he pulls it away, he shows me the flap of leather.

It’s wet.

“Tell me how much you love this, Zaiya.”

I shake my head, keeping my eyes on the floor. I won’t admit it, even if my body proves his theory.

He grabs my chin and squeezes to force my mouth open. The leather flap is pressed against my tongue, making me taste my arousal. We both know how much my body loves his torture.

He lets the crop fall and crosses to a tall black cupboard. When he turns back, he holds a bright green toy, vivid against all this darkness. It’s maybe eight inches long, not too thick, with several ribs running down its length in layered ridges.

“This is going in your ass.”

I suck in a deep breath. Its size is deceiving. Long but thin. Thinking I can handle it easily is probably foolish.

He coats it with lube while I watch, unable to look away. I can’t hide the worry on my face.

I’ve never tried putting anything up there. Edwin’s finger is all I know.

When he steps behind me, I exhale sharply.

The first touch is a shock. The wet tip of the toy slips in easily, but the sensation is wrong enough to make me flinch. It invades a place I was taught to guard. Good girls would never allow this.

Shame burns beneath my skin, deepening the sting of the previous punishment. I turn my face away, staring at the wall as though it might spare me from being seen. But Edwin won’t let me escape, even into my own mind.

“Feel it open you up. It’ll hurt, but you’re gonna be a good girl and take it for me, aren’t you?”

I whimper into my arm, but surprise myself when I nod.

The plug goes in slowly, each ridge stretching me a little more. The deeper it goes, the more I whine.

God, I can’t do it.

“Good girl. I know it hurts.”

My ass resists despite how hard I try to relax. It’s not that big. How can it stretch so much?

Edwin pushes harder, holding my body still with his other hand, until it goes all the way in and the flared base catches against me.

He gives it one extra push, then moves it in a slow circle.

I can’t make sense of what my body is doing, and I refuse to admit I enjoy it. What would he think of me? That I’m some slut he can do anything to?

He pulls it out slowly and I cringe at how strange it feels. Then he drives it back in fast. The ribbed shape drags against my hole, expanding and contracting it in quick succession, creating painful friction. Discomfort becomes overwhelming.

My body squirms, arms contorting as I try to move away, but there’s no escape. I’m at Edwin’s mercy. And he has no intention of giving me any.

“You’re going to take your punishment, baby. This is how you learn.”