Page 89 of Obsession (Dark Revenge)
“No, Master.”
“And you destroyed at least 20 bottles,” I pointed out.
“21,” she replied with a smirk.
“I see you kept count. Then 21 strikes it will be,” I informed her, noticing her smile falter.
“W-What?”
“Go bend over the bench,” I ordered.
She glanced behind herself, remembering the severe caning punishment I had given her, and she clearly wasn’t looking forward to this new punishment.
“Slave, now,” I commanded.
She let out a reluctant whimper but obediently crawled toward the bench, her body bending over it. I reached for some rope so I could secure her in a way that would prevent any escape. With her lying face down, she turned her head to watch me closely as I skillfully fastened her to the sturdy rings. She tested her restraints, attempting to move her arms, but found herself unable to do so.
I stepped away from her, disappearing from her line of sight, and I could hear her squirming, likely wondering if I intended to use the cane on her once more. However, to her surprise, I chosea paddle instead. It was undoubtedly going to be painful, but it was precisely what she had requested, and I was committed to delivering just that.
As I approached her again, she managed to turn her head just enough to catch sight of me, and upon seeing the paddle in my hand, she pressed her forehead against the leather surface, emitting a deep sigh.
“Fuck,” she muttered, and I ran the paddle slowly over her bare leg, making her twitch.
“21,” I repeated. “And you’re going to count and thank me for every time I punish you.”
“Thank you?” she exclaimed, turning her head. “You want me to thank you for my own punishment?”
“Yes, and now that I think about it, you forgot to thank me downstairs, so I think I’ll add an extra strike.”
“You can’t be serious!” she growled and began pulling on her restraints.
“Bad sluts get punished,” I reminded her.
“I thought sometimes they were rewarded.”
“Not this time.”
I swung the paddle against her bare ass, and she let out a loud squeal, attempting to pull away, but I pressed my hand into her back, keeping her in place.
“Well?” I challenged.
“W-What?” she stammered, looking over her shoulder, so I smacked her ass again, this time a bit firmer. “Ah! Fuck!”
Or perhaps it wasn’t as gentle as I thought.
“Don’t forget to thank me, or I’ll add another strike,” I warned.
“Oh God,” she murmured before I struck her once more. “Okay, thank you.”
“You’re missing something.”
“Master!” she snarled.
“Good, only 21 left.”
“Did I mention I hate you?” she growled before I hit her ass again, causing her to let out another scream.
“Yes, and as I said, the feeling is mutual. Now count.”
