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Clearly she wanted to say something to him. Her look implied enough that he
figured she d scold him for not putting them on while she stood next to the chair so she
wouldn t have to duck-waddle her way over, leaning on him for support.
Of course that was exactly the lesson she needed to learn from this small exercise.
She needed to learn dependence, specifically, dependence on him. Trust. Not easy for
anyone to learn after a lifetime of messages training the mind to think for itself. Yet, in
power-exchanging, she gave that up. The look alone gave evidence she didn t find this
an easy task.
Once he had her positioned behind the chair, he grabbed a poly-fill pillow from the
pile at the side of the room and placed it over the back of the chair, one hand on her
back to guide her down and over it. Hands on the seat for now, he told her, making
sure the pillow didn t slide forward too much. Her feet, firmly planted on the floor
behind the chair, didn t rise and he nodded. Good. He d only eyeballed this particular
chair as being the right height for her. Sliding a hand between the pillow and her waist,
he double-checked to be sure she could breathe. Satisfied, he moved to the next step.
Time for another mind-fuck.
He ran his hand around her waist and over her very exposed buttocks. You have a
very spankable ass, you know. Just perfect for paddling.
A sound came from the other end of her bent body and he realized she tried to talk
around the gag. She stopped when he bent and took her hand in his.
Tied tightly, I told you. So tight you couldn t move. As he spoke, he slid a black
leather cuff around her left wrist, again fastening it with a small lock. I am a man of
promises, as I showed you the other night. He locked the right wrist in its case, then
idly took a small length of clothesline and looped it through the D-ring.
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You will not be able to escape me. You will wonder just why you let yourself get
put in this position. He placed her arm alongside the seat and brought the rope down
to the chair rung, stretching her arm out to tie it tightly. Her hand dangled, useless.
Keeping his voice calm and neutral, he continued. Part of you will scream with
anger at what I do to you. Part of you will wonder if you ve gone insane. He cuffed
and tied off the other arm, pulling her slightly forward in the process. He put his mouth
next to her ear. But the biggest part of you will let go of all that and force the others to
go along for the ride.
He stood and walked around behind her again. And do you know why? Because
deep down inside yourself, so deep even you don t look very often, down where you
keep your darkest secrets you want this. He ran his hand along her back, watching
her shiver. You like this. He paused to pick up the paddle from the dresser. You
need this.
He simply set the cold surface of the paddle on her skin, nothing more. She cried
out and John knew if he ran a finger through her slit it would come up soaked with her
juices.
You came from a simple flogging before. Can you come from a spanking?
He threw the words down, half in challenge, half in curiosity. Taking aim, he let the
paddle fall.
Lauren nearly came with the first slap of the paddle against her ass. God, what he
did to her. She did like this. She did want it. No, she needed it. How did he know?
Several times the paddle landed on the tender flesh, each slap making her gasp, not
in pain, but anguish of a different sort. Her pussy cried out for relief. Unknowingly, so
did her voice.
He pulled her up by her ponytail. Is it ready to come so soon? he asked her. An
object, he treated her like a toy for his amusement. She nodded into his fist.
The paddle slapped her ass again, harder. You will come only at my command, do
you understand?
She nodded and the paddle descended again. A war began between her mind and
body. She wanted to come, but he demanded her obedience. Another thwack and she
cried out again, desperate to hold on.
I will count from four down to one. On one, you may come.
The paddle fell in the same place as the last time, the sting nearly making her crawl
out of her skin. She couldn t move. Not a single inch. Between the bar holding her legs
apart, the angle at which she hung over the back of the chair, the ties on her arms and
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