Chapter 3: Disciplined
Part 3 of 14 at this point. Many thanks to
lovesexandmore
for helping to edit this story.
"Bend over, it's time to be punished."
Naked, nipples clamped, with a stretched and dripping throat, asshole, and pussy, her body responds to his command and she places herself on all fours. "You didn't remember your mantra," he says sternly while buckling her onto the spanking bench, "and I know of at least twice when you didn't offer to suck my cock before bed. If you want to be my Pet, you have to obey, and if you don't, you'll be disciplined."
Slowly he begins to paddle her. A few swats on one cheek, then the other, until they begin to redden. The rhythm is soothing until, smack, smack, he paddles each cheek with a brutal swat as she cries out.
Ouch, ouch stop
, she says, but he resumes his paddling on her now red, sore ass cheeks. "Do you think I stop because you tell me to?" he asks as he continues to paddle.
I can do this, I can take this, I'm his Pet and I deserve this.
He puts down the paddle and picks up the riding crop, striking her on the stomach as he says, "keep you back straight Pet, stop slouching!" He continues striking her with the crop as he corrects her posture. "Eyes down, chin up, tits out, back straight, shoulders back, legs spread," he commands, "you know the rules." "Here," he says, "open your mouth, I'm going to gag you." He inserts a penis gag into her mouth and locks it down behind her. It's much smaller than his penis but the constant pressure on her tongue makes her gag. "Breath through your nose," he says, and smacks her cheek with his riding crop. She thinks about using her non-verbal safe word, it would be so easy. But she relaxes her throat, breathes through it, and finds that she can take more than she thought.