She sniveled and buried her wet nose into the bed. She said nothing else. What was there to say in her defense. The Vendu considered rudeness appalling. It didn’t mean they spoke without vulgarities, but to insult somebody was deplorable behavior, especially when it was unwarranted.
The fifth blow smacked the top of her thighs. She sobbed the count, the sound of it muffled by the bed cover.
“That is sufficient with the strap. Stay there.”
He laid the strap on the table and disappeared into the bathroom. Returning, he brought with him the ointment Bisma had used to heal her last sore bottom and something else that she couldn’t make out from where she peeped.
“Hold position while I soothe this.” He spread the icy coldness around her fiery cheeks. The unction alleviated the pain and neutralized the heat that burned along the line of each stripe.
“Now, Zara. This plug will go in your ass. Bisma would have done so with great gentleness and patience. I, on the other hand, will not be so leisurely. Spread your ass cheeks.”
She reached behind, struggling to do as he asked with her shaking hands.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “That’s better.”
Something wet oozed down the furrow and over her anus. At first it felt cold, like the ointment, then it started to warm her little hole. The warmth brought with it a sense of relaxation, but only where it touched. The rest of her was rigid and unable to relax.
“This oil will enable your bottom to open and receive the plug. Once it is in, I shall resume your punishment.”
She instinctively clenched her buttocks and lost hold of them. Turning to look over her shoulder, she stared at him with wet eyelashes and trembling lips.
“Punish, sir? Have I not been punished enough?”
“You have been a naughty girl. Refusing to have this plug inserted implies you do not honor the ordeal. I shall fuck you, Zara. Don’t forget that. You must know this plug will train you to receive my cock. So why the fuss, eh?”
“I don’t know, sir. It’s degrading.”
A small smile drifted across his face. The anger he’d brought with him appeared to have gone. The punishment might not be complete, but his mood had shifted considerably since he’d entered the room.
“Is that not the purpose,” he asked, raising his eyebrows. “Yes?”
“I would prefer it if only you did it, sir.”
His smile deepened.
She’d not noticed her tattoos, but he had, obviously. From her position, bent over and squished to the bed, how could she know? When she lifted her torso up to speak to him, she saw the rings around her breasts, especially the blue swirls that spiraled out, reaching her cleavage and right up to the collarbones. When had they appeared? During her beating or when he’d soothed her bottom with gentle circles of his palms?
“I… I…” she stuttered, flabbergasted by her unintended arousal. “I need you to do it, sir.”
“Perhaps if you were bent over my lap, it would help?”
She nodded.
He hooked the chair by the table and moved it into the center of the room. He waved his finger at her and tapped his lap.
She crawled over to him, unable to find the strength in her legs. Tipping her head down, she lowered herself across his legs and flattened her hands on the flooring. Her bottom pointed to the ceiling.
“As I was saying. The plug goes in, then I shall spank you further with my hand to ensure you will wear it for the rest of the day. If you are a good girl and keep it in, I shall return this evening and fuck you with it until you come.”
“I shall be a good girl,” she said quickly.
Around her pert breasts, the tattoo was changing color again. It wasn’t a big surprise to see which color was appearing—the darkest shade of gray.
Using the tip of his finger, he spent longer than she anticipated coaxing her open. She whimpered, just a little, when it went in and sighed with a shallow exhale when he removed it. His playful dip didn’t hurt or even cause distress. The lube he’d dabbed on her had a magical effect. Her confidence grew; she fancied she could take the plug.
“There, see. You’re doing great,” he said.
The cold tip of the glass pressed against her anus. She tensed.