CHAPTER 25

Her eyes traveled over them again and stopped on the giant one. There was NO WAY that thing would fit in her. "Please, please, Mr. Michaels. I can't do that! I don't want to be fucked in the ass! Let me just give you a blowjob. Or, or, you can…" she stammered looking for what else she could offer, "you can fuck me as hard as you want in the pussy. I just can't do that!" she protested pointing to the butt plugs.

Mr. Michaels just stared at her and the let out a heavy sigh. He walked back to his bag of sex toys over by the bedside table and got the paddle. As he returned, she started to tremble and beg again. He grabbed her by the hair, entangling his hand in it right by the base of the scalp and drug her off the bed. Terrified, Sarah didn't complain and did her best to comply. It didn't hurt so much but it held her head in an uncomfortable position and she knew if she did fight too much, it would hurt. She got to her feet and then he turned her, bent her at the waist onto the bed and pulled her arms stretched out toward the middle of the bed.

"Listen you little slut. THIS IS NOT A NEGOTIATION!" he bellowed close to her ear. She trembled and closed her eyes hard. "You do not get to argue with instructions. You do everything I say without ARGUMENT! Do…you…under…stand?!" he finished, pausing between each syllable for emphasis.

Sarah's breath hitched and she choked out meekly, "Yesss, yessir. I'm sorry. Sir! Please don't hurt me. I understand." She sobbed silently to herself.

"Last time I gave you a five out of ten. This will be a six." She froze. Five out of ten? Did he mean that the last spanks had been half strength?! She couldn't sit without feeling it for two days. She didn't know if she could take more. She started to panic and gulped air in fits waiting for the paddle to swing back. She turned her head and looked back at him.

Mr. Michaels held the paddle against her ass. But he didn't move. Sarah fidgeted and rocked from foot to foot in anticipation. He waited for a minute for her to calm down. "You made the choice Sarah. We could have gone to the police, and you could have dealt with the consequences of stealing. You begged to be a whore. To be my whore." He let that sink in. "But you still have a choice. I'll stop this instant. I told you I would agree to this ONLY if you were willing. We can stop and go to the police tomorrow and we can forget about these last couple of weeks. Take your punishment from them. Go to prison and pay a fine and deal with it. Or take your punishment from me. Willingly!" He paused again knowing she would need to think about this for a minute. "But you need to choose now. What's it going to be?" he asked.

She put her face down and calmed herself, willing herself to breath normally. He was right. She had begged him for this rather than the alternative. He gave her an out that night and he had always maintained that she could stop. Would she rather deal with being known as a thief and a criminal? Or should she take her punishment and continue?

She thought back over everything she had already learned and experienced. He scared the shit out of her and it definitely hurt at times, but each time she found new levels of sexual gratification. Each time she let go and tried something new led to new understanding and new levels of pleasure. She could still feel the warm glow of some of her orgasms from earlier in the night. Being truthful with herself, she liked being submissive to such a strong man. Like putty in his hands, he molded her. He had told her the rules and she had broken them. She resisted his instructions and argued. To live through this, she had to be fully committed. To submit. And she needed to be punished to learn.

She knew what he wanted. She steeled herself for what was to come and slowed her breathing some more. She remembered her 'lessons'. Stay relaxed. Let the pain wash over her without reacting or fearing it. Breath through it. He always gave her pleasure after pain. Hopefully he would this time as well. She turned her head back with new resolve so she could see him and said in a voice much more confident than she felt, "Please punish me Master. I was naughty and I deserve it. Thank you sir." Acknowledging his dominance, his being her 'Master', cemented her fate and she let go of worrying about what would come. She just had to follow his instructions and do as told. Simple if she didn't fight.

Mr. Michaels smiled at her submission and pulled the paddle back. He started with lighter taps and built to the strongest spank she had ever felt. One side, then the other and then across the middle. She whimpered and had to fight to keep her arms stretched out, but she didn't complain. He interspersed lighter strikes with the strong ones and rubbed the paddle in circles giving her time to cool down. She took at least six spanks that were his 'level six'. They stung horribly, but by accepting it, she actually found the experience easier to take than the first time. Still, she knew her ass would be sore in the morning.

He finally put the paddle down and started rubbing her red hot cheeks. "Good girl. Much better," he complimented. His hand traveled down to her pussy and she instinctively opened her legs.

"Thank you sir!" she responded. She decided to go for more. "May I please have you pleasure me Master? I want to cum for you sir," she cooed. She hoped she had played it right.

He thought about it and reached his hand up to his mouth, depositing a good amount of saliva on his fingers. Then he reached back down and rubbed up and down her labia and found her clit. He rubbed her clit in ever tighter circles and speed. Not too hard and not too soft. She responded immediately moaning and shifting her legs. She evidently turned him on as much as she had been turned on and he kneeled down with his face by her ass.