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And this little whore counted every blow up to twenty. I didn t miss one, even when the pain
was so great that I screamed.
When he was finished, he dropped the belt, tore his clothes off and knelt behind me. For a
moment, he caressed the welts on my bruised ass while I tried to stop sobbing. I was terrified,
and yet burning with need for him at the same time. He thrust his fingers between my legs to find
me sopping wet.
 Lucy, he breathed, his voice thick with lust. What was happening? Was this sex?
Punishment? Or something else entirely? He spread my legs with his knees and fumbled with a
condom. Again, I had no idea where it had come from. I felt his hard cock at the back of my
thighs. I strained back against him. He made a soft sibilant sound and stroked my neck, as if to
soothe me, calm me. I was shaking.
 Breathe, he said. His fingers threaded up into my hair, then closed and pulled hard as he
thrust deep inside.
He had me so completely under his power at that moment. I was so completely his, lustful
and broken and hurting and hot. When he pushed inside me, started to fuck me, it was
unbearable. It hurt but I never wanted it to end. My wrists were still fixed to the ottoman, and my
hands clenched and unclenched as he drove into me. While he fucked me, his hands caressed my
ass cheeks, making the ache smart and burn hotter. He squeezed them and traced the welts there,
and then he thrust one of his fingers into my ass.
 Oh God! I cried out at the wicked sensation of it. Mercy. Mercy. Mercy. God, if he didn t
let me come& I bucked and strained under him, desperate for release.
 No, you may not come. You re still being punished.
I tensed all over. I held my breath. I writhed back against him in entreaty.
 Do not, Lucy. I ll tear you up if you do.
I cried, tensing every muscle in my body, and by some miracle, I managed not to come.
But oh, I cried. I sobbed and I shuddered that he wouldn t let me have my release. He pulled
away from me after he finished and went to sit on the couch. I suppose he looked at me, but I
was facing away from him, so all he got was an eyeful of my sore, red ass.
 Do you think you can remember the rules now?
 I...I ll try.
 No trying. Yes or no?
 Yes, sir, I ll remember the rules.
 I m very proud of you for not coming, for not breaking that rule. I know it wasn t easy,
especially when I played with your ass. You loved that, didn t you, you little slut?
I whimpered softly.
 Answer me. Whining is not an answer.
 Yes, sir, I admitted, blushing red.
 Yes, Matthew, I loved when you played with my ass, he prompted.
 Yes, Matthew, I loved when you played with my ass. Always truth with him. My clit was
teeming. I was absolutely aching with unsatisfied lust.
 I love your ass. I can t wait to fuck it. I m seriously going to love fucking your ass, but
you re way too small. I can hardly get one finger in there as it is now. I m going to have to train
your little asshole to take my cock.
 Thank you, Matthew, I said. I don t know why. It seemed like an appropriate response.
He laughed in appreciation.  Good answer. Don t move. He got up and got a plug from the
armoire. Not too big, nowhere near as big as his cock, but when he lubed it up and began to work
it into my ass, I moaned, afraid.
 Open. Open, he breathed, pushing it in slowly, forward and back.  It s going in one way
or another. This is how we begin. This is how we train your tiny little asshole for bigger and
better things.
I pressed my face to the ottoman, clenched my helpless fists where they were cuffed near the
floor, tried to be open as he said. The encouraging sounds he made barely registered over the
moans he wrenched from me, the strange feeling of being pried open there for the first time. I
writhed and shivered while he seated it inside me, slowly, inexorably to the hilt. My clit felt
huge, distended with excitement and pleasure, oozing with lust. I ground it against the ottoman,
feeling every bit the whore he d accused me of being. Then he leaned forward over me and
reached around to pinch my nipples. He pulled and teased until they ached, until my entire body
was one huge, shuddering throb of need and tension. Then he pressed against me and whispered,
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