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“Yes…sir,” she said immediately.“I…I deserve this punishment.”

I stilled for a moment, shocked and pleased at her admission.“Yes, you do.Now, let’s finish getting you ready.”

I picked up the nipple clamps and placed them on the tips of her dangling breasts, allowing gravity to give them more of a bite.Violet inhaled sharply, but didn’t complain or say a word.Her fingers flexed against the leather pad, then she went still again.I wasn’t sure what to make of this more compliant side to her, but it only made me want to push her further and see how deep that trust ran.

Next, I pressed the sticky electro pads along her back, preparing her for the electro-stimulation to come, a form of sensation play that would elevate the intensity of our scene.

“We’ll start with the paddle,” I told her, hooking the lines for the pads up to the device.I set the dial to low, so that steady pulses of electricity would warm her up and from there I could gradually increase the strength.

The first current hummed through Violet, and her body tensed instantly.The shocks would hit at random intervals, keeping her off balance, never able to anticipate when the next one would strike.She’d stay on edge the entire time, and she should.I wanted her present and focused on the discipline I was about to deliver.

“I’m going to spank you with this paddle,” I said, stroking my palm over the red splotch I’d already made on her ass with my hand, letting my fingers drift a little lower and feeling how wet she already was.“Normally I’d start with ten strikes, but I’m pretty certain you can take more than that.Tell me, Violet.What do you think you deserve for a week of teasing me, mouthing off, and being a complete hellion?”

I saw Violet swallow, as well as struggle internally with the decision.Finally, she said, “Thirty.”

“Thirty,” I mused, surprised and impressed by her fearless response.“That’s quite a lot.”

“I know,” she said, a slight tremor in her voice.“But it’s what I deserve for…being a brat.”

I could hardly believe what I was hearing.It wasn’t just the number, it was the fact that Violet genuinely seemed to believe she deserved that kind of punishment for her bratty behavior.Or maybe it was her way of daring me to push her limits to see if she could outlast me.Either way, it didn’t matter because she was about to learn how addictive her surrender could feel when I was the one in control.

“All right.Thirty it is,” I said evenly.“But remember, this doesn’t end with the paddle.There’s more to come after your spanking.And the shocks will keep coming, and I’m not removing those nipple clamps anytime soon.”I lightly tapped the paddle against the curve of her ass as a forewarning.“Now…let’s begin.”

CHAPTER12

Violet

Ibarely had an idea of what I was getting into, and it thrilled me.Every sensation with Ford was new, unfamiliar, and yet I welcomed the unknown because with him I felt safe in a way I never had with any other man.I wanted this so badly my whole body hummed with anticipation.

The clamps tugged at my nipples with a constant bite of pain, sharp enough to make my breasts ache, while unpredictable shocks rippled through me in pulses.Each jolt made my skin jump, my thighs tremble, and my pussy clench around nothing in reflex.

Then came the first smack of the paddle.Not brutal, but just enough for the sting to blossom across my ass.My breath hitched as he counted off the first one, part relief that it wasn’t as punishing as I’d braced for, part frustration that it left me wanting more.

Ford knew exactly what he was doing.The next few strikes landed a little harder, sharper, and with my legs spread on the kneeling pads my pussy felt the reverberations of each smack.The heat spreading across my ass elevated the ache between my thighs, blending with the pinch of the clamps on my nipples and the random shocks jangling my nerve endings.The sensations tangled together until I couldn’t separate one from the other, all of them escalating the lust and need gathering into a throbbing ache at the core of me.

Another few swats, harsher still, and I gasped, my hips twitching against the bench.My pussy clenched, slick with arousal, as if my body had decided the only way to answer the pain was with a rush of pleasure.I moaned, the sound half surrender, half plea and we’d barely reached ten strikes.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Ford murmured, his voice a low, seductive rumble of sound behind me.“Feel it all.Every sting, every shock, every tug on those pretty nipples.”

He continued the punishment, now alternating the force behind each strike.One soft smack that felt like a tease followed by a sharper crack that seared through my skin and made my clit throb.The rhythm kept me off balance, never knowing what was coming, never able to settle or relax.

“Look at you,” he went on, dark satisfaction in his tone.“Dripping for me, your slutty little pussy clenching like it can’t tell the difference between punishment and pleasure.You love this, don’t you?Being spanked and used exactly the way you’ve been begging for all week.”

I whimpered.It was the only sound I could manage as he finished counting to thirty, delivering blows with each number he called off until my whole body felt on fire, trembling on the edge of bliss without any relief in sight.

Finally, it stopped—the paddle, at least.

“You did so well,” Ford praised, gently running a hand through my hair.“I’m so proud of you.”

I found myself almost tearing up.I realized I was shaking.Not from the shocks, or the pain in my nipples, or the paddle and how hot and tender my ass and thighs now felt.But from his praise and gentle touch.

Then, his hand stroked down my back, over my ass, and down to my pussy.“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growled, sounding pleased.“Do you want me to fuck you?”

Desperately.“Yes,” I moaned, already so close to unraveling.

“Yes, what?”Ford prompted.

“Yes, sir,” I corrected myself quickly.