Page 21 of Silver

“Again.”

This is so humiliating. My ass is bare, and he’s treating me like a fucking child. But he doesn’t move away until I blow my nose again.

“Good girl. See? It’s not hard to do as you’re told. We obviously need to work on that.” He drops the tissues, keeps his fingers on the back of my head, and spanks me several more times. My butt is on fire. He’s really punishing me.

Silver shifts his attention to the backs of my thighs, slapping with just as much pressure until they’re burning like my ass.

Still pinning me against the mattress, he bends down. I think he grabs something from under the bed.

The next thing I know, he’s hitting me again, but not with his palm. This time, he’s using something else. Fuck. It’s a paddle. It hurts ten times more than his palm. He thwacks me hard with it several times before setting it on the bed in my line of sight.

He’s done. I’m a limp noodle, unable to move. I’ve melted into the bed. My pussy is throbbing, which makes my tears fall harder. I’m so embarrassed.

Silver yanks my legs apart, sticks one knee between them, and thrusts a finger through my folds.

I cry out behind my panties. I’m so fucking horny I nearly come. But that’s all he gives me. His hand disappears, leaving me squirming.

He wipes his wet finger off on my ass crack before lowering his face to my ear. “You’re a naughty little slut, Daphne.”

I whimper, more tears falling.

He strokes my back with his free hand, gently soothing me, in total contradiction to the other hand that’s pressing my cheek firmly into the mattress still. “Such a dirty girl. You like it when I punish you. It makes you wet. You almost came when I touched your cunt.”

Sniffling is my only response. Embarrassment floods my cheeks.

“The paddle was punishment for not taking your clothes off when I ordered you to do so. The spanking was for glancing at the door. You were wondering if you could get away from me. The answer is no, you can’t. I’m going to spend the weekend ensuring you understand that I own you. If I don’t think you’re ready to leave this room on Monday morning, you will miss your classes. Do I make myself clear?”

I nod slightly. That’s all I can do with his grip on my head.

“Good girl. This can go two ways. You can obey me as we explore your needs, or you can fight me on it. Either way, we’re going to go through every fucking thing I have planned. The only difference will be if I have to stop and punish you for disobedience every few minutes.”

I nod again. I’m out of steam. I’ll be exhausted if I don’t stop fighting him. It’s obvious he has no intention of letting me go. I’m his prisoner. His toy. It will be better for me to let him do all the things he intends and bide my time. Obeying him will only prove what I already know—he’s fucked up more than most humans.

In the end, I’m going to have to escape. It will be much easier if I’m so well-behaved that he becomes lenient and goes soft on me. I need him to believe I’m the well-behaved girl he brought home to fulfill his sadistic needs.

Eight

Daphne

* * *

Silver leans over me. “I’m going to release you, and you’re going to take off your shirt and bra, as I told you to. You may then remove your panties from your mouth and put them back on. Then you will apologize to me for your insolence before we continue with your lessons.”

The second the pressure is lifted from my neck, I inhale deeply through my nose. I’m shaking violently as I push off the bed. I don’t dare hesitate. I tug my shirt over my head and reach back to unclasp my bra, dropping both onto the bed.

It’s a relief to pull the panties from my mouth. My jaw is sore from being stretched so wide open. I shake them out and lean against the bed for balance before I stick one leg and then the other into the holes and pull them up. They’re wet from my drool, but they aren’t soaked.

“Drop onto your knees, naughty girl. Spread them as far as you can. I want your hands clasped behind you, shoulders pulled back, head pointing toward the floor.”

More tears fall as I assume this degrading position. Why didn’t I realize what I was agreeing to when he said he would take over my life? This isn’t worth it. I’d rather be homeless and hungry.

But I can’t do anything about it now. I need to play his games.

“Good girl. Spread your thighs more.”

I walk them out. The position is awkward. I don’t have good balance, and the floor hurts my knees.

“Better. When I tell you to kneel, this is the position I want from you every time. If I have to correct you, I will do so with a crop next time.”