irt as his thumbs rubbed her nipples, sending

e was all too aware of his hands on her, of how his larger body held her in place so easily.

ng close around

de of her. She tried to kick at them and couldn’t move

ammit. I didn

signature. The penalties for interrupting a sc

to wrench free. “D

ld a puppy, his arms around her

said. “And bring the entire bench up another foot.” Even as he spoke

She struggled harder, but she couldn’t move away from his attentions, and even her fear c

le was

. She tightened her body to stay straig

st against her back, forcing her down on the table. She struggled uselessly, panting with

ackled her wrists to the bench legs. Her arms were pulled straig

r her, he arranged her breasts so they hun

pletely. Horror rushed through her as she realized, with the bench tilted head down, her bot

out. “You let me up, or

“No one ever does. Lawsuits make headlines,

couldn’t afford a scandal in her straitlaced accounting w

he wall. She twisted her head, trying to keep him in sight. Her breath stopped. The flickering lights on the wall had concealed

e laugh as she strug

anguish grew. No, not the whip, you promised. Please not the horrible long,

sica, since you are new to this, I will make it easy. You have permission to scream, to cry, to swear a

” She was so angry, so frustrated, so terri

a, I ju

ar enough to see him. The club members were ranged around the roped-off area,

together as heat seared her face. She had on no underwear; all

etty little ass, don’t

y ni

imate as he traced the crease between her buttocks and thighs. Her awareness narrowed to just his touch, and then she gasped as his

away, leaving

number.” Master Z’s voice.

traints as she frantically -- wham! The burn shot down to her toes. She closed her mouth over the cry; she wouldn’t yell or cry, see

g not to cry, she rested h

strokes apiece,” Master Z said, his voice

. Tears leaked from her eyes, turning Maste

n relax,” he murmured, wipin

eas

able, cupped her dangling breast. “You will

ime. Wham! Wham! It hurt

an intimate grip. His fingers on her nipple -- even through the pain

on the other. And one smack across

, trying to get him to believe her. “I

toward the end of the table out of her sight. She whimpere

ottom, and she cried ou

sed her bottom, painful and yet almost exciting. The feel

his sub unstrapped her hands; someone undid her legs. Sir grasped her around the waist, lifted her to her feet, and held her steady unt

apology on your knees,

d up at Master Smith and his slave. “I’m so, so sorry I interrupted. And that I didn’t

h. “Sounds repentant to me,

fied, Wendy?”

Yes, Sir.” Her eyes met Jessi

Her thighs were quivering so hard she wanted to just cru

elt s

her into his arms. Head spinning like a

d, and something inside her relaxed. She fel

in his arms. Guilt was a hard lump in his guts. Never had a kind gesture gone so wrong. He sho

d, there had been no evading the p

settling her head against his ch

her distress, but between Dom and sub, there should be no walls. She didn’t know that yet and wouldn’t for a time, even if she