Le Français Pt. 06 - Sex Stories

Le Français Pt. 06

... Sinead was looking over her shoulder at him, her ginger hair pulled over one shoulder. She was sitting with her ass low, almost squatting on her knees, and Marc tutted as he shook his head.

"Come now, Detective.Tu sais que ce n'est pas la position appropriée pour ce qui t'attend," he said as he stood just to the side and behind her, tapping her body with the paddle as he indicated what needed to be changed. "Knees apart. Down to your elbows, that will be easier. Push your ass out. You may arch your back if you want to maximise the visual, but it isn't necessary. Ah, there. Bien. Much better."

Marc went to the side of the bed and showed her the paddle properly as she knelt on her elbows and knees, completely vulnerable. She was fully flushed now, her freckles almost disappearing as she breathed deeply and tried to keep her composure and dignity. "This is the tool I will be using," Marc said. "It is not so bad, see? Feel it."

Sinead held the paddle, rubbing her thumb over the flat part and feeling it flex a little. She swallowed as she looked at it, then looked up at him. "This is some sort of a training toy, isn't it?" she guessed.

"It is," Marc said.

"I can take whatever you've got," she said. "I'm not some weak little girl. If we're doing this then fucking do it."

Marc sighed, pressing his lips together in a firm line. She was doing it again, though she didn't seem to realise it this time. She was challenging his judgement. Sineadthought she was being ...

... strong, so he didn't feel the same frustration.

"Je vais donc te donner deux leçons ce soir au lieu d'une." Marc muttered under his breath. "Fine, Detective. You think you know better than me, so I will show you why I chose this punishment."

Sinead nodded, a hard certainty in her eyes, and Marc left her holding the paddle as he went back into the closet and opened the cupboard. He reached into the back and pulled out the thin, hard cane. It was only about half a centimetre wide and had just the right amount of flex. Looking at it, Marc Took a deep breath and shook his head. It would only take one stroke if she was smart, or two if she wanted to be stubborn.

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"Holy fucking fuck!" Sinead yelped, collapsing forward onto her chest and face.

Marc had shown her the cane and confirmed from her reaction that she'd definitely never done anything like this before. If she had, she would have been a lot more reluctant. So Marc had stood behind her, looking at the perfect picture of her upturned pale ass and thighs, the little jewel on the end of her buttplug peeking from between her cheeks. He'd hit her, once, at about one-third of his usual range of power for a spank. Harder than he used the cane on Felicity, butmuch softer than he would have been with any sort of paddle or strap.

Sinead's ass immediately welted, inflaming in a stripe across both cheeks, and her body quivered as she sobbed for a split second into the sheets of Marc's bed.

"Shhh," he hushed her ...