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The Boss's Toy

... time you ever have your ass turned raw."

Her breathing picked up at the mention of her impending punishment.

"Do you understand 'Ra?"

She looked up, meeting his piercing gaze. "Yes, sir."

"Good girl."

He stood and arranged her so she stood as she had before: feet shoulder-width apart, hands behind her head, breasts jutting out. "This is how you will stand when I tell you to present."

"Yes, sir."

"Kneel," he told her, and she complied, folding gracefully to her knees. "Hands face up on your thighs, knees spread."

Again, she complied without a word, and he adjusted her posturing until she was perfect.

"This is how you will kneel for me. You will kneel when I enter a room."

"Yes, sir."

He crouched down and ran his fingers through her long, dark hair. It was greasy with sweat and slightly tangled from the events of the last few days.

"Another rule 'Ra, you will always be presentable for me. You will be clean and groomed at all times. There's a bathroom in your room. I'll show you to it when we're finished."

She swallowed. Her mouth was dry. "Yes, sir," she managed in a whisper.

He stood her up and led her to the bed, leaning her over so her ass was in the air and her face was pressed into the mattress. "Will you stay, or do I need to tie you up?"

"I'll stay still," she whispered, and he nodded, pleased.

He left her line of sight, gathering equipment, and eventually returned, his hand landing on her ass causing her to jump in ...

... shock. He kneaded her bruised ass, the welts from yesterday still visible, still painful.

"I won't give you much, because yesterday's punishment is still raw. You will count."

She dug her face into the mattress, digging her hands in. "Yes, sir."

The first wasn't as bad as she expected, the pain bearable, and she gritted out a "One, sir," with no issues. He wasn't using the belt. This was wider and less powerful. A paddle, maybe? The second was just as hard, hitting her other cheek, and she relaxed into the bed a little. She could handle this. He kept going until she got to twenty. Tears were running down her face and her voice was choked. Every hit had come slightly harder until every smack seemed to echo in the room.

"That's it, good girl," he whispered, pulling her up to stand. He threw the paddle on the bed and turned and sat, pulling Alora to sit on his lap. The pressure was hell on her ass, but she didn't make a sound. "Next time you disobey me like that, you'll get much more than a bruised ass, understand?"

"Yes, sir," she managed to choke out. He pulled her closer to him and hooked a hand under her legs, standing and taking her with him. She didn't struggle, or protest, she just leaned into him, because it was the only thing she could do.

He carried her out of the playroom and down the hallway to another padlocked door, bringing her inside and through to the ensuite, setting her down carefully on the floor as he turned on the water for the bath.

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