Page 56 of Carter

“Why? What are you doing to me? Carter⁠—”

Another sharp slap. On her other thigh. A matching print.

“Take a deep breath,” I repeat.

She gives a shaky sob as she inhales. I have the bullet lubed and waiting in my hand. I bend over, find the little asshole she’s so beautifully displaying for me. I press the head of the lubed bullet against the tight muscle of her exposed bottom.

She clenches her ass cheeks. Then she relaxes them. Allowing the head of the bullet to penetrate her. I push it in further and she gives a little mewing noise that makes my cock throb.

“Good girl,” I croon. “This is your plug. I’ll use it to punish the inside of your bottom when I need to make a point. And to prepare your ass for my cock.”

She wants to protest, cry out. I can tell by the tension in her shoulders. Instead, she buries her face in the crook of her arm.

My very good girl.

She’s only ever had my fingers in her before, so I move slowly. I press the bullet in further. Her muscles constrict, then loosen. Press it away, then accept it. It slides all the way in, and she gives a whiney moan.

I pat her poor little bottom, still red and hot from my smacking palm. I say, “How does that feel?”

She takes a moment to think, then whispers, “Tight. Uncomfortable… strange.”

“Does it make you feel like the naughty little girl that you are? Does it make you feel punished?”

“Yes.”

“Is it working its magic, reminding you what happens when you deliberately disrespect the boundaries we agreed on?”

“Y-yes… sir.” Her voice quivers.

“Does it make you feel submissive to me? The one who has the power to do what he wants to every inch of your body?”

“Yes. It-it does.”

“Good,” I say. “Let’s see how it feels to be strapped while you’re plugged. Get into position.”

She gives a moan. A little shiver travels down her spine. Her legs go together, the rounded end plug disappearing. A peak of the curve of the handle shows between her ass, keeping the bullet snug in its place. As she presses her ass cheeks back together, she gives a moan.

The bullet is already doing its job.

I pick up the strap. I feel the smoothness of the leather, its gentle weight across my palm. I bring it down on my hand, sending a warning smack through the air that makes her jump.

I lift it in the air, bring it down over her already red ass. She cries out and a stripe instantly wells up.

“Baby, are you going to be a good friend to your new sister?”

She’s trying her best to hold still, but the stinging is making her squirm. Her toes curl into the carpet. She cries, “Yes! I’ll be good. I’ll call Paige to congratulate her, right away. I promise!”

I bring the strap down again. The sound of the smack hardens my cock. Unleashing a part of myself I’ve buried for too long. Her muscles tense and she gives a long moan.

She must learn her lesson.

I watch as a new angry streak rises on her curves. I say, “I’ll not tolerate nastiness in my household. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir!” she cries out. I know her so well, I can read her tones.

She’s sorry.

She’ll be good.