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“I’m glad you discovered how much you love it.” We’re past acknowledging her sitting like that. If she hasn’t asked me to get back to work, I doubt she will anytime soon.

Sure enough, Ira lifts me by the arm and brings me across the room, removing my jacket as we go. There’s an ottoman here. An antique one, with brass accentuating every corner.

Before I’m bent down, bracing against it, I know what’s about to happen.

Chapter 40

Kathleen

Cold handcuffs keep me chained to the edge of the ottoman. My wrists are bound together, my back straight while my ass sticks up behind me. My boots are flat on the carpet, but I know better than to kick them back or otherwise act impetuously.

“You’re a good girl for confessing like that, Katie.” Although her voice is soft, there’s a hint of foreboding. “For that, I’ll go easy on you.”

She spanks me.

Pain shoots through my ass, through my legs. My thighs feel like they’re on fire already, and the rest of my body is on high alert.

“You need to be punished, darling. Do you know what you’re being punished for?”

I don’t know. I don’t care. I’m too busy heaving breaths into the fabric of the ottoman because my ass fucking hurts.

Another strike. “Answer me, Katie.” Her voice doesn’t sound so gentle now. “If you don’t, you will be denied.”

I both know and don’t know what that means. To be denied means to be edged, or to be brought to near orgasm and left hanging, tortured. It’s an erotic punishment that I’m all too familiar with. The best partners know how to meet my edging by holding back orgasm.

I don’t know what it means in that Ira could do anything. Anything. So, it’s probably a good idea if I answer.

“I don’t know, Mistress.” My throat is so damn dry. “I honestly don’t know why I need to be punished.”

“Really? You don’t know why? Think long and hard. It’s why you’re here.”

She doesn’t mean the thinking. She means the answer is why I’m here. Why I’ve asked her to train me to be submissive. Her submissive.

“I need to be punished because I’m a slut, Mistress.”

This time when her hand touches me, it’s almost gentle. “That’s right. Being promiscuous and kinky is more than okay. You know that as well as I do. What you need help transcending is the guilt you feel from it.”

“I don’t feel…”

Spank!

“What was that? It almost sounded like you were saying you don’t feel guilty. Now I know that can’t be true. You wouldn’t have asked me to do this to you if you didn’t feel guilty about your need to submit. I know who you are, Katie. You’re used to being a Domme. You want power. You feel guilty giving up that control when so many other women fight to gain it.”

Fuck her. Fuck her.

“I also need to punish you for blabbing your big mouth to my mother about our relationship. Do you know how much she tortured me today? I’m sick thinking about it. You need to learn your place, and your place is my obedient partner who doesn’t feel a shred of guilt for what I do to her.”

This next spank is the hardest yet. It pounds into my flesh, sending waves of pain mingling with pleasure all through my body.

It’s raw. It’s tormenting. It’s enough to make me think about the shit I felt before I came here. Back when I was wondering if this was the right thing to do.

Of course it is. How could it not be?

I’m becoming more accepting of Ira’s machinations. I’m more and more okay with her manhandling me, taking me, giving me painful pleasure. What I’m not accepting is the debasement from my end.

She wants me to beg. She wants me to get on my knees and beg to lick her, to get my clit rubbed, to be spanked.

She wants me to beg for her body.