I acknowledged my new title with a solemn nod. The first training session had ended well—for both of us—but I knew I’d have far more difficult battles ahead. Females say things they don’t mean when their pussies are hot and wet. Just like we do when our cocks are harder than our heads.
My prisoner was sated now, soft and compliant. But once her heart stopped pounding and my cum dried on her thighs, she’d be back to scheming for vengeance on me for spanking her. Though I’d been without a female for a long time, I needed to stay in control instead of giving way to my impulse to stroke her cheek and draw her trembling body into my arms.
Her eyes were still glazed with lust when I drew back, towering over her. “Where are the parts to the weapons?”
She blinked, staring at me as though she didn’t understand the question. But she’d understood my language earlier, even responded well enough for me to make out her meaning. “The weapons.” I gestured to the scattered parts. “You took pieces. Where are they?”
The glazed look in her eyes disappeared, replaced by a flash of pure hatred. She hid it, glancing away, and I made note. Ruled by her emotions, yet strong enough to mask them when she chose to. I’d need to be on my guard every minute with this one until she was fully tamed.
“Where are the pieces?” I snapped, raising my voice. With her hands and feet bound she hadn’t been able to move very far. I was sure I could have found them easily, but I wanted her to tell me. Another way to assert my mastery and make her acknowledge her powerlessness.
She hesitated, as though weighing her options, then jerked her head toward a flat stone nearby. “Under that rock,” she replied, her voice expressionless.
I lifted it and saw that even with her wrists bound behind her she’d somehow managed to scrape out a small depression in the hard ground and drop three metal pieces into it. She’d chosen well. Sharp edges to stab or slash, each with a blunt end she could cradle in her palm, even while her hands were tied. And the rock, a weapon in itself.
I sat down on a stone outcropping and lifted her so she was kneeling in front of me.
“I told you not to move while I was gone. I said I’d punish you if you did.”
“You already punished me,” she replied sullenly.
“That was for your disrespect. This punishment will be for disobedience.”
Her eyes widened. “No!”
“You hid those pieces so you could harm me with them.” I’d been without a female for so long that I knew if I laid her over my lap again to spank her, this punishment would end in another fucking. I got up, walked behind her, and untied her hands.
“Ooow!” She stretched and grimaced, pulling her arms in front of her and massaging her shoulders.
“Bend forward with your head on your arms and stick your ass in the air.”
“You finally untie me and now you want me to bend over so you can spank me again? Are you fucking crazy? I’m not going to do that!”
“You will do it—willingly or not. If I have to make you take that position, your punishment will be longer and harder.”
“Spank me, fuck me—do whatever you want, you’re not going to break me.”
“You begged me for it a little while ago—and called me Master.”
“That was before I found out what an asshole you are,” she muttered.
Fury drove my earlier concerns from my mind. I sank down on the stone, yanked her over my lap, and slammed my palm down on her still-reddened ass.
“Aaah! Let me go, you fucking savage!”
“When you are ready to get on your knees and present this ass for punishment.”
She started to protest. I cut her off midstream with a dozen harsh wallops that left her gasping for breath and wriggling frantically on my lap.
Damn the female! I could feel my cock stiffening again. But this time I’d see her well punished before satisfying my hunger.
And hers. Despite her protests, her juices dripped down my thighs. I spanked her harder, each whack from my hand stoking the fire within me. She may have been inexperienced at receiving punishment properly but her thrashing on my lap was more arousing than the polished moves of the courtesan I’d paid for once in a Pleasure Dome.
When I couldn’t bear it any longer, I shoved her onto the ground. “On your knees!” I roared.
She turned her back to me and got up on her knees. “Please, no more!”
“Head down. Stick that ass in the air.”