Authors Note: Thank you once again to R.K. Moreland for his copy-editing help it is much appreciated. I think this chapter will not be what the regular readers are expecting but I hope you all enjoy it none-the-less.
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The evening had been magical for Bella; they had travelled for over an hour on the gondola and come back to Saint Marks Square where they had dined in a beautiful restaurant overlooking the square. She had been listening, picking up only a few words here and there in her somewhat limited knowledge of the language. In her youth she had resisted her parent's urgings to learn their native tongue and now regretted it as she listened to the lyrical cadence of the conversation around her. Mel of course spoke Italian fluently, his family having come from a city in southern Italy when they immigrated to Australia.
They had walked hand in hand around the square visiting places of interest and adding amazing glass beads to her bracelet. The water seemed to puddle about the square and Mel had explained that the city was sinking and during deluges it was quite common for the square to be under several feet of water. It was late and still buoyed up by her excitement at finally being in Italy Mel had to command rather than encourage Bella to return to the hotel for the night. Bella felt she could have stayed awake all night just wandering about the city and exploring all the history and splendour that it held. But, suitably chastised, she held Mel's hand and walked back toward the hotel with him.
Entering their room Mel knew he would need to make a phone call in the wee hours of the morning and was still disturbed by the appearance of Vince earlier that evening. It was late and as he deliberated his actions, the girl he adored wrapped her hands about his neck and kissed him deeply. Mel smiled, rarely did she show her emotions without prompting or thinking about how he would react to her actions and he knew that this was exactly what he wished for their trip into Italy. While he was her Master and needed to be obeyed at all times she also needed to be able to express her own needs and wants.
When he had begun to steer her toward home she had balked wanting to continue to explore the city, she had not voiced her desires and if she had, he may have permitted further exploration for a short time. Instead, he had pushed his control and she had meekly complied. He would give her whatever she desired he knew if she asked but such was their relationship and her innate submissiveness that she rarely did. There was a fine line between being a brat and being a spoiled princess and it was a precarious one for both Master and slave to walk Mel knew, but as he kissed his princess in return he was sure they could find that line and enjoy a time of indulgence while maintaining the control he had instilled in their relationship.
Mel's desire for his girl was as always close to the surface and he picked her up, cupping the rounded cheeks of her rounded ass and walked her back toward the bed. Sitting and kissing her deeply again, Mel marvelled that she was his as he prepared to speak, "You wanted to explore more of the city tonight didn't you, little one?"
Bella jumped guiltily before nodding her head and murmuring, "I didn't mind coming home though."
Mel frowned at her, "Did you think I would be angry if you told me?"
"Not angry so much as disappointed. I don't like to disappoint you," Bella looked up into his face as she spoke her eyes showing her need to please him.
The power she gave him in that look stirred all his need for her and he growled, "Do you think your pouting or silence pleases me more?"
Again she jumped guiltily. She had not thought her own disappointment had been so obvious. "I...," she began but had no words.
"I know you well, my Ellie. I can predict many of the things you will or won't like but," he paused and held her face between his palms looking into her eyes, "I am not a mind reader and cannot guess what you are thinking. It is my responsibility to ensure you have everything you could ever want or need but you need to help me by talking to me." His hands stroked down the sides of her neck and over her shoulders pushing the thin straps of the dress down in the slow movement revealing her breasts.
"I will tell you what I am feeling next time," Bella said softly as Mel cupped her breasts and toyed with her nipples igniting her heat and passion for him.
"But you didn't. Instead you pouted like a spoilt brat." He pinched her nipples hard between his thumb and forefinger making her whimper loudly and squirm on his lap. The bags had been stacked neatly into a corner and unpacked by a hotel valet, the wooden box that held Bella's cuffs and collar among other things had been placed beside the bed. Dismissing it for this evening, Mel stood Bella up and gathered a smaller bag from the neatly stacked pile and placed it on the bed.
With the straps no longer over her shoulders the pretty pink chiffon dropped to the floor where she stood as Bella watched Mel retrieve his small bag and open it. She quivered as he turned back toward her and she saw the hungry look in his eyes. The look alone was enough to make her cunt clench and get wetter, his desire for her and pleasure in having her is what drove her own arousal and need for the harsher use he preferred. Turning Bella to face away from him Mel placed cuffs around her arms just above her elbow and linked them together behind her back with a short chain so they and her shoulders were pulled back and left her with limited use of her hands. Mel turned her back toward him his hands running over and around her breasts before his fingers found her nipples once again. He watched her eyes slowly glaze over as he pinched and twisted the tender pink nubs eliciting whimpers and squeals of pain and pleasure before attaching clover clamps linked by a chain which he lifted and placed between her lips the chain pulling slightly as he lifted it.
Bella had not seen these large strange looking clamps before and found them not as painful when he attached them as the others he had used on her had been. When he placed the chain separating them between her lips and she lifted her head to look at him she felt them tighten and quickly dropped her head once more moving only her eyes to his finding that the pinch of the clamps did not loosen as she readjusted her head.
Mel kicked her feet apart with his leather clad foot until she was wide enough to show the lips of her cunt separating and felt his cock twitch within his pants as her eyes tilted up to watch him. He held up a leather padded paddle and growled, "If you must act like a spoiled brat I will treat you like one." He moved behind her and bent her forward until her head lay on the bed, her ass raised and presented to him. The paddle swatted her ass making a satisfying sound, marking her and eliciting a squeal from his precious slave girl.
The spanking began with mild swats but Mel increased the force with the pace of the assault watching the flesh turn from a mild pink to a glowing hot red all the while listening to Bella's cries and howls. He could see the chain pulling at her nipples making the clamps tighten unbearably as her head moved and she struggled to keep the chain between her lips and he stepped back stripping quickly as she recovered from the latest barrage of paddling. From his vantage point he could see the evidence of her arousal and need on the wet lips of her cunt and again his cock twitched in expectation of being embedded in that tight wet hole.
Mel picked up the paddle again and began a new assault of forceful swats to the red glowing skin of her ass before finally throwing the paddle aside. He pulled her upright and leaned down to kiss her deeply pulling her against his body before moving her to lie back upon the bed. Mel took her feet and pushed them over her head doubling her over and looming above rubbing his thighs against the hot glow of her ass and his cock over her wet cunt.
