Instead, he rose, saying almost gruffly, "Well, we might as well get your punishment over with."
Before she knew it, she was bent over again, but this time it was over the back of his overstuffed leather sofa. She was so short and small, and the couch was so big, that her feet didn't touch the ground.
"There are two straps in front of you. I suggest you hold onto them for dear life. You've already got one spanking coming - I can assure you that you won't want another."
Raina had done as she was told, gripping the leathers as if they would save her from what was to come.
"You won't always have that courtesy. Eventually you'll learn that regardless of what I'm doing back here, or anywhere else on your body, that you are never to interfere with what I choose to do with you."
He came around to the front of her as she dangled there and deliberately leaned down to meet her eyes. He didn't say anything further, just watched her carefully, then returned to his previous spot, claiming a vulnerable cheek with one big hand. "This is your first punishment from me. I want to see how you take it, how you react. You can feel free to do anything you like - except get out of position - there are no restrictions on your reactions at this time, although I can assure you that they will appear in future."
And with that, his palm cracked down onto her flesh for the very first time.
Presently, Raina was waiting for him to begin. As usual, nothing could rush him. He was a master of timing and often made her wait as long as a day or two for a punishment after telling her she was due one for something or other. Or even just because he simply wanted to spank her, and wanted her to spend that time dreading it, which she most certainly did.
His spankings were truly something to dread - she'd learned that right from the beginning. He'd never once gone easy on her. If she had any sort of asthma problems - which he'd forcibly required her to keep pretty much under control by making sure she took all of her meds, all of the time - within a week of a spanking, he'd wait until her lungs were completely clear. When he punished her, he always had a rescue inhaler in his pocket, just in case.
And he always had a rescue inhaler in his pocket, in case the whim overtook him.
He adored looking at her, especially when she was in a submissive position of his own device, but also just across the room at one of the few cocktail parties they deigned to attend, or across the breakfast table when she was being a bit pouty at having to eat three nutritious meals a day, as he required.
She heard him rustling behind her and desperately wanted to turn her head to see what he was doing. That was one of the worst things - not knowing what he was going to do to her next, and knowing that if she took it into her head to try to find out by moving even just a bit, she'd be bent over and paddled mercilessly until he thought she'd learned her lesson.
Raina knew better than to do that, so, despite her itching curiosity, she stood stock still.
"Bend over," he commanded, and it was just like that first time she'd just been recalling. Only now she had long months of being under his thumb to think back on, all that pain and tears, as well as the exquisite pleasure he'd never failed to wring from even her still stinging body.
She obeyed without question, without so much as an inkling of hesitation, despite the fact that, even after so much time, she still blushed even at the mere thought of what she was displaying to him. She'd never gotten over that modesty response, and, what was worse was that he thought that it was extremely endearing. Raina wasn't used to having a man consider her in many ways that didn't have to do with business - only Master rarely thought of her in a business capacity at all. Here, within the walls of their house - his house - she was a harshly treasured possession.
He bent down and removed the underwear cuff from one ankle, then the other, then bade her spread her legs even wider merely by tapping the inside of her thigh. Raina moved immediately, placing her legs as far apart as she could and still maintain the position.
Her master wasn't the type to gloss over things. He especially liked to inspect her minutely, but for that he generally put her into a more comfortable position - bound fast, but still comfortable.
This time, he cupped her possessively, letting his fingers part what had already been loosened by the prominent position he'd put her into. When he had her like this, he tried to pay attention to even the minutest reaction - he felt and heard her sigh, and her body relaxed into his hand as soon as she realized that he wasn't causing her any pain... at least right now. Quite the opposite, in fact. She was dripping wet - as she so often was around him. He considered that the ultimate compliment, and the ultimate reinforcement that he what he was providing for her - the strict rules, the searing punishments, and even the embarrassment factor - on a regular basis was exactly what she needed and wanted.
He christened his index and third fingers with her juices, then brought them up to her already prominent little clit, cutting a big swath over it very slowly and deliberately, allowing himself only a small grin at her tiny whimper. Moving that thick band of fingers away from her pleasure center, he settled them at her entrance. Even now, even after innumerable invasions of unmentionable things, she was still nearly as tight as a virgin.
When he'd first realized just how untried she was, he'd been amazed. She'd had a hard time just taking the two fingers he was threatening her with now, and he'd barely been able to keep himself from replacing those two fingers with his nearly exploding cock. He'd managed, but just barely.
Since then, he'd been excruciatingly careful to make sure that he didn't overstretch her, and he required that she do Kegel exercises to keep herself tight even after he'd explored her. Part of what tickled him about her - and he knew that she felt the same way - was forcing her to open and accommodate things that forced her to stretch open. He was very careful, so she was never truly hurt, but she was certainly put to the test on many occasions, after which he instituted a regime of Kegel exercises. If he had his way, she would continue to be as tight as she was - or maybe even tighter - when she first met him, regardless of how long he kept her.
Without an ounce of warning, without a hint of what he was going to do, he crammed his fingers up inside her, beginning to pump them powerfully in and out of her as she moaned and struggled to submit.
Chapter Three
That was what he liked - he never wanted their relationship - especially its more intimate aspects - to be something she could phone in, in any way. He wanted her there, with him, experiencing every second of the way the cane tracks fell against her lovely bottom, or trying to come to grips with how he'd wrapped the legs of her own nylons around the bases of her breasts, tugging them ever tighter then tying them off, or how his mouth felt when it molded itself over her clit and the wide back of his tongue worried her into a convulsive fit of paradise.
He even very carefully varied the rhythm with which he fucked her with those unyielding fingers, changing from fast and hard to slow and deep when she least expected it, forcing her to yield to him completely, not even letting her begin to anticipate him. Of course, having no continual rhythm also made sure that she couldn't quite get to where her body wanted her - couldn't quite grasp the gasping conclusion he dangled in front of her with every dominant plunge.
Even after only a few rounds of strokes, Raina was already breathing heavily, and he could see that she was getting so involved that she was likely to end up falling on her head. It was time to make sure she didn't accidentally hurt herself. This was where his unlimited funds came in handy. All he had to do was turn and push a button that was hidden in the wall, and a solid, thickly padded table slid out and revealed a floor to ceiling mirror on the attached end that would force her to see her own reactions to everything that was being done to her.
She was small enough that when he turned back to her, all he had to do was loop an arm around her waist and lift her onto the table, which had been constructed to his exact specifications such that, like the equipment in the library, which
he had had reworked specifically for her measurements, he could raise and lower it to put her at the height he preferred for whatever it was that he was going to be doing to her.
With another flick of a switch, a drawer was revealed that contained every possible plug, dildo, and vibrator he could get his hands on, all brand new for use on Raina. If they ever parted - and he didn't think that would be for some time, if ever - he would trash them all and buy new ones if he ever became interested in someone else.
Somehow, he thought as he pondered which of them to insert first, he couldn't imagine that his sex life could get any better with anyone else. While they were courting, before he'd ordered her to move in with him, he'd required that she keep a journal of her thoughts and feelings and email them to him each evening. He had taken an unusual step with her - he had refused to allow her sexual completion of any sort when she was not living under his roof. And he had strictly prohibited her from pleasing herself - and he knew she'd obey him because she'd gone stark white when he'd described the punishment that would result if he ever found out she'd disobeyed him in that manner.
Their courtship - from the time they'd confessed their mutual and particular interests to each other - lasted three months, and he knew that she was slowly going crazy from the celibacy from the fervor that had overtaken her journal installments. And he also knew from reading them how almost frighteningly compatible they were.
He turned back to her after selecting a plug that fulfilled his usual modus operandi. It was purple, and perhaps an inch and a quarter around at the largest point. It was shaped somewhat like a bullet, with a large flange that would keep it from entering her further than he wanted it to, so that he could occupy himself with other interesting parts of her body.
He was just as cautious about not overextending that other intriguing playground of hers, and was quite proud that he hadn't. She was still as sweetly virginal there as she had been when he'd first tested her obedience and placed a very small, pencil thin vibrator against that wrinkled opening.
One of the things that had caught his eye about her nightly missives was her innocent anal curiosity. It was almost as if she thought he was going to be angry with her if she brought her desires up to him when they were together, so one evening, before she'd come to live under his roof, he'd called her to him where he sat at the head of the huge dining table, and had her lie over his lap.
She'd done exactly as she was told, and he told her how proud he was of her. It was still relatively early in their relationship, and he would back the praise off considerably once he'd tamed her more to his hand. He'd put a mirror on the floor by her head - he desperately wanted to watch her eyes as he violated her for the first time this way, but this position, which he favored for its inherent intimacy, didn't lend itself to being able to stare her in the face.
And it was truly the incredible experience he'd hoped it would be - she'd gasped and her eyes had gone starkly round as he'd pressed that tiny thing inside her. She'd sworn that she hadn't had anything in there since the last time her parents had taken her temperature rectally, and it wasn't really until that very moment that he believed she'd been telling the absolute truth.
Now, of course, he didn't have to be quite as gentle as he'd been with her at first, although you wouldn't know it from the way she reacted. Each time was very nearly the first, based on her reactions, which were still to be that shyly humiliated ingenue she'd been when she'd first come to him, despite her chronological age. He took incredible amounts of pleasure in despoiling her angelic body and surprising that wide eyed innocence of hers repeatedly, and in what was sometimes the most venal of manners.
She had automatically put herself into the position he required when she was on this table - unless he'd specified something else - with her head well down, resting on the nest of her own arms, her bottom raised at a natural angle by the way her legs were folded beneath her. He had several pillows - some custom made to his specifications - with which he could easily raise and lower the height of her private bits.
When he'd had a carpenter come to talk about what he wanted, he'd required that Raina assume this exact position - fully clothed of course, in an extremely expensive pants suit. But it was humiliating, none the less, and she had spent her time trying not to lock eyes with the apoplectic stranger.
He tapped her folded legs further apart and bade her rise onto all fours as he put the plug down and stripped off his shirt. Her master wasn't the kind of man who, even when he was enjoying some rare down time, enjoyed being a slob. His jeans were pressed and creased, as were his golf shirts. He didn't own a t-shirt and never intended to, although he'd changed somewhat since meeting her. When they'd first come together, his closet had held row after row of conservative suits and shirts, but only a few casual outfits. Now, that casual section had gotten somewhat bigger, and included a nice array of jeans of differing styles and colors, along with one - count it one - pair of shorts. He was of the opinion that men in general had ugly legs, and thought his were that much uglier because of the preponderance of muscle in his calves and thighs. But she'd been able to do what no other person on this Earth could have - she'd talked him into it.
He was, however, relatively proud of his chest - not that he doted on his physicality at all. He did what exercise was necessary to maintain a reasonable weight, but he'd always been abnormally muscular all over, especially in his chest. But Raina had long since confessed that she adored his chest, with its exceptionally well defined pecs and light dusting of hair.
So at times like this, when he was going to do something like this to her, he liked to give her something she considered to be pleasant to look at, even if it was just him, and he could see that she was doing just that, at least until he put the nose of that somewhat broad plug against her very tense bottom hole. He knew she wasn't actively trying to resist him - except in unusual situations, generally when he'd misread her or the situation itself - she never did that. He discounted all of her energetic writhing when she was getting punished, as those were certainly to be expected.
But, overall, she was not a trying sub - she didn't seem to have a lot of conflicts about their relationship and the way connotations of it rippled through their lives. In fact, she seemed to revel in it.
She always tensed when he was back there, regardless of his intent, and regardless of the fact that she almost always ended up enjoying it, in one way or another, even if it was just in the memory of having been disciplined. He didn't bother saying "Relax". It was lost on her, and not his style, anyway. He was going to do this whether she relaxed or not, and she knew the truth of it.
But he wasn't out to damage the person he considered his private property, however, so although he certainly wasn't going to take no for an answer, he did lube up the plug nicely, and made sure to press it into her slowly, backing it off occasionally, not just ramming it up inside her, as he'd done with his fingers just a few minutes ago with her woman's opening, where she was less delicate and less likely to be injured by more powerful thrusts.
Although his rule for her was that she wasn't to use words when she was being attended to like this - most especially "no", which would result in an automatic caning - she wasn't shy about letting him know what she was thinking and feeling with whimpers and cries, and later, sighs and moans. He could tell that she had to work at submitting to this invasion, just as she'd had to with the enema. And he was glad of it.
He didn't spoil her, though, endlessly preparing her. After a few deliberately twisting, gently pulsating strokes, he drove it home, watching her carefully and feeling it settle into place as her body swallowed the intruder.
Raina couldn't help it - she squealed loudly and her whole body contracted when the widest part of that awful thing broadened her sphincter to an almost unbearable extent, until the much thinner neck gave her blessed relief. Her bottom contracted around it, trying to become accustomed to the invading, unnatural fullness, but he wasn't giving her time to get used to it. He
'd already shimmied beneath her, placing himself beneath what he considered to be the Garden of Eden on Earth.
Raina hated it when he did this. Not when he pleasured her with his mouth, but when he required that she plant her most intimate self right over his mouth. Sixty-nining had never held much interest for her - not because she objected to taking a man in her mouth that way, but more because she hated the idea of smooshing her privates down onto some poor guy's face. And of course, as soon as she'd confessed that to him, he'd begun to occasionally make her overcome her dislike. The funny thing was that he never required that she do the reciprocal. He always came to her dressed, or with the sheet over him when he made her do this.
Not that he didn't expect her to pleasure him that way - he certainly did. But he seemed not to prefer that particular sexual stance, either, and only used it to illustrate to her in an extremely elemental manner that although he would take her likes and dislikes into consideration, when it came down to it, she would do as she was told.
She ended up with her head in his lap, essentially, because he was so tall and she was so small. Raina's cheek lay directly over the evidence of his excitement, but knew that he wouldn't do anything about it at this point, anyway. Instead, he concentrated on her - and sometimes that wasn't as nice a thing as it sounded, because he very rarely took the strait forward tack of just bringing her to an orgasm. No, that would be too easy for her, and to boring for him.
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