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  He laughed, slapping sharply against the left cheek, sounding pleased to hear a resistant “No!” Regan was begging by the time he reached ten, promising perfect behavior and no more scratching or biting.

  “Why don't I believe you, my pet?” he asked, his hand descending upon her pink bottom in a smooth, even pattern of spanks.

  She felt tears start to prick at her eyes as he lit her bare bottom aglow, pausing only to readjust her so that he could take advantage of a full, easy swing. As Regan choked back pain and her renewed sense of helplessness, she also began to experience new sensations upon her increasingly sensitive backside. She found herself lifting her bottom to meet his hand, the feeling of pleasure overriding the pain.

  “Harder,” she begged breathlessly. “Oh my… harder!”

  He obliged, changing not the rhythm but the intensity of the blows, focusing his strikes on her pleasure zone, the crown of her buttocks, rather than the sensitive spit-spot. Regan mewed, oblivious except for the sensual heat that panned out from the peaks of her bottom to the core of her womanhood. The rigid thickness of his erect cock pressed hungrily against her tummy, and she begged for his help.

  Without breaking his tempo, he reached under her belly with his long left arm and quickly found her hot, wet entry. He pressed his fingers to her clit, allowing the blows from his right hand upon her heated flesh to press her against his playful digit. Over and over again, Regan's body took on a mind of its own and began to shudder with hungry desire. He easily slipped two fingers into her waiting cavern and, with three full-strength smacks, Regan climaxed violently, her screams echoing through the house as she bucked uncontrollably over his knees.

  Regan slumped, panting furiously as she tried to grasp the ferocity of her orgasm. She was spent, drained of all energy, thoughts, and her ability to do anything other than breathe. And even that was a chore!

  He held her in place, his large hand resting in the center of her back as he waited for her to rejoin him in the present reality. “Are you alive?” he asked humorously.

  Regan shook her head, still limp and unwilling to move from her place across his secure lap. Memories of what had just transpired suddenly caused her to groan with embarrassment. “I can’t believe that just happened! I’m just a little whore.”

  “Why do you say that? You released yourself to me. You allowed yourself to express what you wanted. Don’t you hide your face, young lady. Tell me you enjoyed it.”

  “No,” Regan whimpered, her voice muffled in his leg.

  He stood her up on wobbly legs between his knees, holding his broad hands on either side of her hips. “Tell me you liked it. Tell me what you want. If you don’t, our next session will not be as pleasurable.”

  “I can’t. It’s too demeaning.”

  He stood and turned her to sit on the edge of bed, saying nothing.

  Regan swallowed, sensing she had displeased him. It bothered her.

  Her face turned quickly to the sound of jingling. Still bound by the straps binding her ankles, feet and wrists, Regan realized she had no means to fight off what she feared was coming. Still silent, he lifted her off the edge of the bed and pushed her, face down, over a mound of pillows.

  “No, please! I’ll talk! I promise!” Regan begged, hearing the sound of the belt buckle lie still as he held the implement in his hand. The snapping of the loop caused her to shake fearfully. “Master Jay! I’m sorry. I don’t know how to do these things! Ow!”

  A screech echoed the air as he brought the belt down sharply over the wriggling, bright red bottom that squirmed to escape punishment. Regan sunk her teeth into the comforter as a second, then a third lash bit into her already tender flesh, and she felt her tears freely flow.

  “Say it, Regan. Say it as your heroines would and say it now!” he demanded, thrashing another hard stroke across her elevated backside.

  “Please!” she began to sob. “Don’t make me do this! Please!”

  He tsked, letting the belt fall in wide arcs, lighting her bottom ablaze with pain. Regan cried out, shaking her head, unable to even kick her feet to avoid the heavy, scalding blows that threatened to leave her bruised and aching for days. One after another, the belt fell upon its target. Regan, reduced to a sobbing, begging mess, finally relented.

  “I’m sorry I was so stubborn!” she cried out. “I liked it when you spanked me. It felt good, and I wanted more. I wanted you to fuck me hard and long and to take me like I was a prize. Please, Master Jay, forgive me! I promise I will obey you from now on! I swear, I promise.”

  “I am not pleased with you right now, Regan. Did it harm you to say that?”

  “No, Sir,” she whimpered.

  “Was it worth getting this belting?”

  “No, Sir! I promise, no more arguments!” she cried into the mattress, wiping her face against the soft, fragrant material. It smelled like him; that is, what she could smell through her stuffy nose. She felt a tissue held to her face and obediently blew upon his order.

  “Regan… Regan… I’m sad to say this punishment is not over. You have been a bad pet by not listening, and we can’t have that, can we?”

  “I’m sorry, Master Jay…”

  “Answer me, Regan. I know you are sorry.”

  “No, Sir, I was not behaving like I know you wanted me to.”

  “And do you deserve more punishment?”

  “Oh my God…” Regan groaned. “Yes. Yes! I deserve whatever you feel I need to learn.”

  “Much better! That’s a good girl. A good girl with a very sore backend, who is about to be a little sorer. On your hands and knees, Regan. Bottom up and face down,” he ordered, smiling as she struggled in her restraints to obey him. Regan sniffed as she felt his fingers press into her cream, slipping easily inside her as he explored her womanhood. She bit her lip as his fingers glided up to her pucker, carefully bringing the lubricant from her sex with them.

  “No, Master Jay. I don’t do anal…”

  “You will do whatever I desire you to do, Regan. And you will do it happily and silently. In fact, now would be a good time for the gag.”

  Regan felt her heart stop. Gagging was a huge fear-factor for her. “Please, Master Jay, not that! I panic if I feel I can’t breathe! I’m begging you! I’ll be quiet. I’ll do whatever you want, I promise.”

  “Have you ever been gagged before?”

  “Only with a scarf for college sorority, which I couldn’t go through with. I’m being honest with you! It really terrifies me!”

  “My purpose is to teach you trust, not frighten you. Open your mouth.”

  “No…” she whimpered, feeling something being pressed to her lips. Trembling, she obeyed, feeling him pop something into her mouth. It fit comfortably between her teeth and allowed her to clench her jaw somewhat. He tied it around the back of her head and leaned close to her face.

  “Can you breathe?” he asked with concern.

  Slowly, Regan nodded. She felt the device in her mouth, a long rubber bar that pressed into the back of her tongue and did not force her jaw into an agonizing position like a ball gag would. She tried to say something, but her speech was completely muffled.

  “Is this going to cause you panic?”

  Regan paused, shrugged, and then shook her head.

  “I will be watching you carefully. If I see you reacting in a way that I suspect panic, I will remove it. But you will still be punished. Now, lift that beautiful bottom as high as it can go in the air for me. Show me every little thing you are hiding.”

  Regan groaned again as she forced herself to obey him, humiliation causing her body to grow uncomfortably hot. His hands rubbed on either side of her cheeks before spreading them wide apart. He began to hum again… the same insipid tune. Where had she heard it before?

  A yip rose in her throat as she felt him plunge his thick finger into the entrance of her bottom, invading her most private space. He leaned forward, adding saliva to his finger and he pumped it back and forth and pressed down to fo
rce her to stretch. Regan forced back tears. Her body, once again, was both repulsed and attracted to the unseemly acts being rendered upon it. Abruptly, he withdrew his finger, and she waited, breathlessly, for his next move.

  Regan whimpered as something cold and slick was spread over her anus. Her pulse raced as she realized that he did, indeed, intend to violate her in this manner. Nothing he had done that day had prepared her for what he was going to do, and Regan began to tremble with uncontrolled fright.

  “Do you really think I am going to harm you?” he asked, noticing, acutely aware of every movement and sound she made.

  Regan nodded her head, cold sweat breaking out across her body.

  He sighed, leaning over to whisper in her ear, “You are to be punished, Regan. But you will not be harmed.”

  Slowly, she nodded, grateful that she had the mouthpiece to bite upon. She felt him probe at her back hole before pressing slowly against it. The burning feel of virgin skin being stretched was agonizing, and she yelled into the gag. He paused, massaging around the protesting sphincter before pressing the device farther in. Regan squealed, ignoring his instructions to relax and open herself for him. Slowly, but steadily, he pursued his goal.

  When the plug was seated deep inside her bottom, he untied her mouthpiece and slipped it out.

  “What are you thinking?” Regan asked tentatively.

  “Once again, you are making me smile. A colleague of mine suggested that I purchase a plug with a long horsehair tail attached to it. Do you feel it against yours thighs?”

  “Um, yeah… but a horsetail? What's with that?”

  “Besides that fact it is amazingly cute on you, it is giving me some ideas. Things I would like to do to you that you have not written about in your books. What do you think of that, darling? Does the idea of adventure excite you?”

  “Not really,” Regan lied, knowing that the shiny wetness dripping down her thigh proved otherwise. She also hoped that her moisture was a beacon to his cock, and that it rose in the promise that she would be given a good ride.

  Regan heard the ripping of a package as he opened a condom. Her bottom, inside and outside, burned and felt filled beyond her limit to receive anything else.

  She felt him lift the heavy, course tail out of the way, laying it across her back as he positioned himself between her bent legs. He pushed her forward and, without a warning, pressed the head of his engorged cock into her swollen wetness. A loud moan escaped as Regan felt him slide his long, thick organ deep within her. The pressure from the plug intensified the feeling of fullness, and she held her breath as he allowed her a few seconds to adjust to the penetration.

  Slowly, he pulled out before lunging deep within her. Regan cried out, this time with pleasure.

  If this was punishment, she would be certain to be a bad pet for him more often!

  In and out, his hungry shaft found sanctuary in the recess of her hot, wet body.

  “You are perfect to fuck,” he grunted, speeding up his strokes as he held her cheeks apart to watch as he moved in and out of her body, as well as the opening of her tiny pucker as it swallowed the tail plug and demanded more. “You fit me so well. So tight and yielding. Take me, honey… I am going to give you every inch.”

  Regan gasped as he threw himself into her as he came, the tip of his meaty cock pressing clear to the back of her vault, touching every soft, wet inch of her. He twitched and brought her with him, her screams muffled in the gag.

  Chapter Five

  Regan stretched lazily in the bed as she slowly awoke from her exhausted slumber. Master Jay was lying next to her, his heavy arm dropped possessively across her abdomen. Startled in the unfamiliar surroundings and still blindfolded, Regan paused to gather her senses and recall the events of the last twenty-four hours. Had it only been a little over a day? There was no concept of time with the darkness enveloping her.

  She held her breath, and Master Jay drew her close against his warm, solid body and breathed quietly into the back of her shoulder.

  She was sore from their recent activity, she realized, but it was a comfortable, well-fucked type of soreness, leaving her entire body feeling both used and spent.

  She thought back on the times she and Steve had sex and shuddered. He always farted when he came, the odor making her want to gag. She pretended to enjoy it but, in reality, could not wait until he finished with her and she could leave the room. She even faked her orgasms to make him believe she was satisfied, and he would then gratefully roll over, go right to sleep, and leave her alone.

  In her books, the heroines always had perfect, considerate, and gentle lovers. This man Jay was everything but gentle, yet she found herself craving his demanding invasion once again. And he smelled incredible. Regan smiled, inhaling deeply. She had not considered how important scent was to sex and desire, prior to that moment.

  Her tenderness made her question if what she had experienced with him was a form of rape. But then, she did admit that she wanted him to take her hard. The whole act had been powerful and in essence non-consensual, yet her body had risen to meet his, wanting more of what he offered.

  This stranger, her kidnapper, awakened her sleeping needs, and she hated him for it. She knew that she would never be satisfied with anything less that the powerful and demanding force in which he had gained access to her heart, mind, and body.

  “Thinking about last night, Regan?” his groggy voice rumbled in her ear.

  She gulped as his hand made its way between her thighs. His fingers slipped into her sleek opening. “You must be. You demand that type of treatment, don't you?”

  Regan hesitated, remembering her lesson. “I… I don't know. It confused me.”

  “Do you know why you are blindfolded?” he asked. She felt him rise above her as he turned her onto her back. She then noticed that her wrists were, once more, restrained.

  “Not really. I mean, you said something about training me to see without my eyes.”

  “The trust that builds when one of our senses is removed is deep. I have found that sensory deprivation of sight allows the student to learn more about herself and her needs because she isn't concerned about the stimulation that comes with seeing.”

  “The student? What do you do for a living?”

  “Ahhh, my first question of the day! I train horses.”

  That explained the fresh scent on his hands and the callused fingers and palms. It also explained the boots.

  Regan sighed. She knew no cowboys or anyone else who dealt in livestock.

  Master Jay chuckled, “Conniving little fox. I used to provide jungle training while I was in the service. I taught the troops to watch with their ears and hear with their bodies.”

  “That must have been exciting. But, then you got hurt?”

  “Yep. Things happen when you become too sure of yourself. I was an arrogant little prick and learned the hard way. Now, tell me something about yourself that I don't know.”

  “That’s not a fair question since I don't have any idea how long or how in-depth you've been stalking me.”

  “Regan, I promise you this much: I’ve never stalked you. I had information investigated, then located and took you. Stalkers hide in the bushes and wait for their victim. You are not my victim, you are my student. And I never hid.”

  “Sounds like stalker behavior to me,” Regan grumped.

  “Maybe a little,” he laughed, then kissed her nose before he edged his knees between her thighs. “Open for me.”

  Regan swallowed, feeling him forcefully push her thighs wide apart. The sound of foil tearing alerted her to his intentions. Before she could whimper a protest, he placed the tip of his bulging manhood to her creamy entrance and easily slid his entire length inside of her. Regan arched her back, feeling his cock fill her to the very back of her womb, stretching her aching body again as he demanded she take him in deeper.

  “Wrap your legs around my back, Regan. I am going ride you again, long and hard.”

  R
egan moaned as he plunged into her; her voice caught in the back of her throat as waves of pleasure ensconced her.

  “What am I doing to you, Regan?” he barked, his long, hard strokes sinking within her depths.

  “You are fucking me, Master Jay,” Regan coughed out, the sound of the words strange upon her lips.

  “Tell me, Regan! What am I fucking?”

  “Oh God… You’re… You’re fucking my pussy! You’re fucking me like I'm a bitch in heat!” Regan cried out, embarrassed by the words she uttered.

  “Do you like being fucked hard? Do you like being taken like this? Restrained, wide open, and spread for me?” he panted, feeling her tighten around him.

  “Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Jay! Deeper! Oh… Arghhh!” she screamed, her body tensing right as the explosion came.

  He joined her eruption, yelling loudly as he sunk himself fully into her body, pressing his hot balls against the swollen lips of her sex. He lunged several times, emptying himself as she continued to hold herself in a high, immobile arch against him. Spasms shook her body, disabling her from becoming limp under his weight too soon. When she felt him slide out of her, Regan drew in a breath and forced her own body to fall against the mattress.

  Master Jay dropped down next to her, still breathing heavily. After a few minutes of silence, he kissed her neck, rolled off of the bed, and went to start the bath. Regan cooed. What more would he show her before the day was out?

  * * *

  “Where are we? Where are my clothes?” Regan asked as he placed her upon her feet.

  “We are outside, and you don’t get any,” he answered simply.

  “Shit… Ow!” Regan yelped as his large hand impacted her naked bottom. “Why did you do that?”

  “You may use profanity only when you are being fucked. Otherwise, you are to behave like a lady. Now follow the sound of my footsteps,” he ordered, walking away.

  Regan trembled nervously as she timidly tried to obey. She was completely exposed, and the path beneath her bare feet felt like hard-packed soil. Would she stumble over a root? Or walk into a tree?