To my horror, this fresh humiliation made my back arch and my bottom push up, as if I wanted to offer my paddled backside and my needy pussy to both of them—as if I wanted to show the major what a submissive toy I could be for my guardian, and my master, and whomever else he wanted to give me to.
“Oh, no, Doctor,” Major Harrow said, drawing my eyes back to his handsome, bearded face. “I promise.” His eyes had never ceased to assess my own expression, the little smile remaining as his fingers began to explore me more completely. “This little slut isn’t going to come for a good long while.”
CHAPTER11
Sara
I had not the slightest ability to stop myself. I moaned: my guardian had accompanied his degrading words by moving his huge hand to hold my entire backside in his grasp, as if to remind me of the terrible paddling he had just given me.
Slut.He had actually just called meslut.Not just that…thislittleslut.
Major Harrow’s two knowing fingertips returned to the place where my traitorous body cried out for their pressure.
My wanton clit, my needy button… the placea slut like me needs them the most.
I gasped as my hips jerked yet again, as much at the way my own brain had just betrayed me as at the gentle movement of my new guardian’s hand. Had I really just calledmyselfa slut?
“That’s it, my dear,” he said, his eyes seeming to transfix me as down below his hand taught me a terribly different kind of lesson from the one the paddle had.
No… not different. A little slut like me needs to learn that a man’s firm hand can reward me both ways. A little slut like me… needs…
“Do you see?” he asked softly. “Are you starting to understand your need for discipline, Sara?”
I bit my lip, and I shook my head, feeling tears come into the corners of my eyes despite the indescribable pleasure between my thighs, the way the horrid pain of the paddling seemed to have changed into a very different kind of burning. I wanted to lie—to saynoout loud, right to his face—but the thought of misbehaving that way, right to Major Harrow’s face, sent a thrill of fear down my spine.
He would paddle me again. He would get the cane and whip me with it. The fear, to my dismay, seemed to generate an echo in my punished bottom cheeks, a tingling that went from there to the too-warm place where his fingertips kept moving so softly and enticingly.
“Please,” I begged. “Please… sir.”
Major Harrow shook his head, clucking softly with his tongue.
“No, my dear,” he said, and he took his hand away.
I hadn’t meantthat! I felt my face burn with a new blush. I had meantplease, stop—notplease keep going.I knew the major understood that perfectly well; he had used the ambiguity in mypleaseto embarrass me even more, but I couldn’t help myself.
“Not… I mean…” I said, feeling my face twist into what I’m sure looked like a comic expression of shame. “I don’t… I don’t want…”
Why couldn’t I stop talking? I made it worse with every word.
The amused, knowing look in Major Harrow’s eyes, though, seemed to bring the humiliation to its peak.
“I know what you meant, Sara,” he said. He patted my bottom. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out in shame at the condescension of the gesture, as if he were sending a freshly spanked naughty little girl on her way, to try to mend her ways. “Soon. When you earn it.”
To my relief, he turned to the doctor. What he said, though, took away all the comfort his ceasing to look at me had brought.
“Time to remove the hair from this adorable little cunny?” he asked, as if the question were a perfectly normal one for a medical exam.
My eyes went to the doctor, who had taken something from his bag that I recognized: a recently developed device called a heat razor. He had a slight frown on his face as if the major’s way of putting it wouldn’t have represented his own preference, but to my dismay he nodded, and held out the razor to Major Harrow.
“Would you like to take care of that yourself, Major, as her guardian? That would allow me to fasten her restraints, and to get the calibration tools and the governor ready.”
I wanted to close my eyes, but I didn’t dare. I kept looking from Major Harrow to Doctor Greenway and back, feeling like a frightened rabbit trying to decide which way to flee.
No way. There’s no way to flee.The thought made me chew my lower lip as another of those shameful, unwelcome tremors gripped my legs.
My mind tried to work through all the terrible words they had just spoken—restraints… tools… governor—but only one word, as my new guardian had uttered it, seemed able to stay in my mind, and entirely to my distress.
Cunny.My guardian had called my pussy the most mortifying thing imaginable.This adorable little cunny.The blood surged in my cheeks as Major Harrow at last let me lower my legs—only to put my knees into the stirrups the doctor had just raised on the exam chair.