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vulnerable in her life. “Comfortable?” Deacon moved back into her line of vision.
    “I’m spread out on a table with my legs hoisted over my head and my ass hanging out. What do you think?” She fought the blush threatening to consume her, when he came to stand between her thighs.
    THWACK!
    She gasped as pain radiated from her left ass cheek. Positioned as she was, she suddenly realized that her Sir knew what he was doing. By positioning her as he had, not only was her pussy exposed, but so was her ass. She was so fucked.
    “Care to rephrase that?” He asked coolly as he dropped a dark blue duffle on the table next to her hip. She shook her head as he opened the bag and began to pull out items. Her heart raced at the thick leather belt. It had various silver hooks and straps hanging from it. Then he placed a white magic wand massager next to it along with a flogger. Her eyes widened.
    “Fuck.”
    The word slipped out on a gasp.
    A truly evil smile tugged at the corners of Deacon’s lips. “Eventually. If you take your punishment well.”
    Then somehow, he managed to fasten the leather belt around her waist and slip the wand into the holder that fell between her raised thighs. The head of it rested just below the fleshy part of her pussy. The weight of the vibrator against her mound had her juices flowing, even as it scared her. While she had a love affair with her rabbit vibrator at home, she’d never worked up the nerve to try a more powerful vibrator.
    She tried to ignore its presence as Deacon swung the flogger a few times, warming up his arm. With each swing, her tension grew. How was she going to survive this? Her safeword trembled on her lips when he stopped. Deacon had assured her, he would stop if she uttered it, but did that apply to punishment?
    “Sir?”
    “Yes, Bethany?” He paused to run one of his palms over her inner thigh.
    “What if I can’t handle this? Can I safeword?”
    He sighed. “You can, but that will only delay your punishment.” He lightly kneaded her tense muscles. “Much like a ripping off a band-aid, punishment should be quick and forceful. Drawing it out only prolongs the agony.” He met her eyes. “I’ve been a Dom a long time. Trust me to know how much you can take, little one.”
    She closed her eyes, her mind dwelling on his words. They made sense. She’d disobeyed, knowing the consequences. Would it be better to get the punishment over, or would he continue to be angry with her?
    “Will you still be mad once it’s over, Sir?”
    His features softened. “No. All will be forgiven and we’ll enjoy the rest of our stay.”
    Unable to believe she was doing this, she finally nodded. “Thank you for explaining, Sir. I’m ready for my punishment.”
    His eyes narrowed. “You’re coming close to topping from the bottom, but considering your current position I’ll let that slide.” He fiddled with the straps on the wand. His face was impassive once more when he stepped back. “Why are you being punished, Bethany?”
    It took all of her willpower, but she met his gaze. “Because I left.”
    He arched an eyebrow at her.
    “Fine.” She pursed her lips. “It’s because I ran like the chicken shit I am – even after you warned me I would be punished for it.”
    “So you admit that you deliberately broke your promise?” He lightly tapped the flogger against his leg.
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “What’s your safeword?” He stepped back.
    “Red, Sir.” Her voice was huskier than it had been.
    “The first part of your punishment will be ten lashes to your delectable bottom and ten to your thighs. Like before, you will count off, or they won’t count. Understand?”
    “Yes, Sir.” The words barely left her mouth when the first strike landed on the fleshy part of her bottom. A shocked squeal filled the kitchen as pain lit up her ass. “One, Sir!”
    The next lash landed on her opposite cheek. “Two, Sir.”
    The pain blurred together as he continued to use the