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I gave her a dozen. She screamed for four and then broke into tears. When I told her to take off her shirt, she ran. But I'd already tripped the silent alarm and Barry met her in the hall, caught her by the shoulders and brought her back.
"Boss?"
I didn't look. "Take her shirt off." I was finding the right crop.
"Sir. Please."
I could hear her tears even if I wouldn't look at her.
"It's better if you don't fight," Barry said. "Take your shirt off."
"No," I said, finding the crop I wanted. "Take it off her. She's lost her rights."
Barry looked an unfortunate cross between excited and ashamed, with maybe some I'm sorry thrown in. I thought he might argue about the day she'd already had, but he just stripped the shirt off her, shredding the front of it, then tore her bra off.
Her cheeks flamed scarlet under her tears.
"Hold her arms from behind."
She hissed and threw herself forward, breasts bobbing, but he caught her easily, turned her to face me, and held her still.
"Ask me to punish you," I said.
"Fuck you!" She was spitting in rage and humiliation.
"You've just doubled it. You're at 20. I don't want to mark you too badly, so we can go day after day if you want to keep upping the ante."
I saw the fight in her, the conflict between accepting this, and ending it today, and the need to tell me what she thought of me.
I'm pretty sure the word motherfucker went through her mind.
I saw the moment she decided, because she sagged in Barry's arms.
She screamed through quite a bit of the 20, also.
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Annie
Barry helped me into the hardback chair that Cole indicated. He arranged my skirt after Cole demanded I have nothing between me and the hard cold wood of the chair. I'd hoped the cold would help with the burn in my ass, even for a second, but I was too hot and instantly sweating. My ass had to be vermillion.
At Cole's insistence, Barry flex-cuffed my ankles to the chair legs and my hands behind me. Then without asking he smoothed my hair back off my hot, wet face. I expected Cole to come unhinged at that, maybe threatening to beat Barry if he did such a thing again.
But his face had changed again. Mercurial, as always. He nodded at Barry, apologized for putting him through that, which made me gape, and sent him away.
He shut the office door behind his security chief and sat down across from me on the edge of his desk. He observed me for a couple minutes, so clinically I found myself blushing as hard and red as my ass must still be. Even though he was thinking, his eyes wandered over my body and then settled on my eyes.
I dropped my head. "Sir? Can I get a shirt?" My room was on the other side of this office of his. It had been over a year that I'd been with Cole and still being naked before him bothered me. Never mind how I felt about what had happened with Barry. I'd entered the compound less than 72 hours earlier and I'd been a peer of Barry's. A colleague. I came with information. I helped defuse a potentially volatile situation.
But then it had almost gone south with the judge. And then Barry had been put in charge of part of my punishment.
I was humiliated. Worse, I had liked it as it happened. That one rogue corner of my mind (or heart, or personality, or whatever it was that was out of control and enjoying this).
"No."
"Sir – "
He reached out almost casually and took my left nipple between his fingers and squeezed and twisted it so hard I screamed. Tears flooded my eyes. I couldn't have kept them back if I tried.
