Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 65189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
“Nine, Monsieur,” I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper.
I tensed, bracing myself for the final stroke. When it came, it was harder than the others, landing right at the sensitive crease where my bottom cheeks became my thighs. A strangled sob escaped my lips as white-hot pain bloomed across my skin.
“T-ten, Monsieur,” I managed to whimper, my whole body trembling.
For a long moment, the only sound in the room was my ragged breathing. I remained bent over the bed, my body quivering with a mix of pain, humiliation, and something else I didn’t want to name.
Lucas’ hand moved from my back, trailing lightly over my punished flesh. I hissed at the contact, even his gentle touch sending sparks of sensation through my over-sensitized skin.
“You took your punishment well, ma chère,” he praised, his voice low and approving. “Now, let’s see how wet it made you.”
Before I could process his words, I felt his fingers slide between my thighs, probing my most intimate places. I gasped, instinctively trying to close my legs. But Lucas’ other hand gripped my hip firmly, holding me in place.
“Ah ah,” he chided. “No hiding from me. Your body belongs to me now, remember?”
His fingers explored further, and I felt my face flame with embarrassment as he encountered the abundant evidence of my arousal. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest.
“My, my,” he purred. “Such a naughty girl, getting so wet from your punishment.” His thumb found my clit, circling it slowly. “Tell me, Alice. Did you enjoy being disciplined?”
I squeezed my eyes shut, torn between shame and the growing pleasure as Lucas’ skilled fingers worked their magic. “I… I don’t know,” I stammered.
Lucas’ fingers stilled, and I felt him lean over me, his breath hot against my ear. “Well, perhaps you’ll know more in a few moments,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. “Your punishment isn’t over yet.”
A chill ran down my spine at his words. “What… what do you mean?” I whimpered, my voice trembling.
“The whipping you just received was for your disobedience,” Lucas explained, his tone calm but unyielding. “But there’s a deeper lesson you must learn: your complete subservience to me, and my privilege to punish you simply to assert my ownership and dominance.”
His hand moved from between my legs to grip my hip firmly. “To truly drive this lesson home, I’m going to whip your cunt.”
Terror gripped me at his words. “No!” I cried out, panic flooding my system. “Please, you can’t!”
I tried to push myself up from the bed, desperate to escape this new, unthinkable punishment. But Lucas’ hand on my hip tightened, holding me in place with ease.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he growled, his voice sharp with authority.
I struggled against his grip, my legs flailing as I attempted to find purchase on the floor. “Let me go!” I sobbed, twisting my body in a desperate bid for freedom.
Lucas’ other hand came down hard on my already tender bottom, the sharp smack echoing in the room. I yelped in pain and protest.
Lucas’ powerful arms encircled me, effortlessly lifting me off the bed. In one fluid motion, he flipped me onto my back, the soft duvet cool against my punished skin. Before I could react, his large hands gripped my knees, pressing them back toward my chest.
“No, please,” I whimpered, my voice hoarse from crying. But Lucas’ expression was implacable, his blue eyes dark with determination.
“Spread your legs,” he commanded. When I hesitated, he applied more pressure, forcing my thighs apart. “Wider.”
Cool air caressed my most sensitive places as I was exposed fully to Lucas’ gaze. I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to bear the intensity of his stare or the shame burning through me.
The first stroke of the martinet across my pussy tore a scream from my throat. White-hot pain bloomed between my legs, radiating outward in waves. Lucas paused, letting me process the sensation before striking again.
Each lash of the cruel implement sent shockwaves through my body. I writhed on the bed, tears streaming down my face as I begged Lucas to stop. But he was relentless, raining down stroke after stroke on my tender flesh, his left arm pressing my knees almost to my chest and his right rising and falling over and over.
I lost count of how many times the martinet connected. All I knew was the searing pain and the growing heat building low in my belly. Then, suddenly, the whipping stopped.
Lucas dropped the martinet, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud. His large hands moved to caress my thighs, gently spreading them wider. I whimpered as his fingers ghosted over my tender flesh, still burning from the cruel lashes of the martinet.
“Shh,” Lucas murmured, his voice low and soothing. “Let me see what a pretty little cunt you have, ma chère.”