Free Master Class by Cassandra Carr Page B

her ass and thighs, he spread her legs and pushed three fingers into her soaked pussy. Placing them in front of her face, he commanded, “Lick them clean, slut.”
    She readily did and then said, “Thank you, sir.”
    “I’m far from done with you. Now the hairbrush.” When he had it in hand, he started the next phase of her spanking. Before he’d started, he’d glanced at his watch. Last week he’d spanked for about five minutes and was fully intending to go more this time, depending on how Lisette responded to the punishment.
    After seven minutes, he barked. “Ruler paddle.” Ryan tapped the plug several times, none too gently. “This ass is mine, and your spanking is far from finished. Color?”
    “Green, sir.”
    With that he began using the ruler paddle, placing strokes all the way from the fleshiest part of her ass to halfway down her thighs. He even forced her legs open and landed a few on her inner thighs and then a few more directly on her pussy, like he’d seen Jack do to Callie once. She bucked up, and he gave her a hard stroke where ass met thigh.
    “Unh!”
    “Stop moving.”
    “Yes.” Lisette was starting to pant but hadn’t begun to cry. “Yes, sir.”
    “And keep those legs open. I find I enjoy watching your pussy betray you.”
    Lisette groaned, and he began again. He had about ninety seconds to go to ten minutes, according to his watch, and he wanted to make them count, so he quickly and steadily paddled her. With about thirty seconds left, he heard the first really genuine cry of distress. He knew from his research and talking to Jack he shouldn’t immediately stop, though, so he finished the spanking a short time later and tossed the ruler paddle on top of his bag.
    “Shhh, you’re done now.” He gently rubbed over her ass, knowing it would take away a bit of the sting. “You did very well.”
    She launched herself into his arms, throwing them both against the back of the couch. He honestly wasn’t sure if she was going to knee him in the nuts or something.
    “Oh God, please, sir. Fuck me. Fuck my ass. I need to feel you inside me. Please.”
    Her absolute submission was his undoing. Earlier, when he’d come up to take a look at the room, he’d spotted one of those stocks she’d said she liked. He slapped her hip. “Go to the stocks. I’m right behind you. I want to admire my handiwork.”
    After putting her catsuit and his implements hastily away, he rose and was soon standing behind her. She was in position to be restrained, and his cock felt like it was about two seconds from permanent zipper damage.
    Quickly but carefully he fastened the restraints, pinning her to the contraption, but not before adjusting the one that would bring her ass right up to his crotch. When he was finished, he checked all the buckles again, running two fingers between each one and her skin.
    “Okay? Nothing burning, tingling?”
    “Just my pussy, sir.”
    He laughed. “I guess you’re shit outta luck, then, ’cause that’s not where I’m going.” She suppressed a shiver, and he grinned even bigger. “Time to take this plug out so I can see what I’m working with.” Slowly and taking great pains to move it around and twist it slightly to ratchet up Lisette’s need a little more, Ryan pulled out the plug and deposited it on a hand towel he’d brought from home. She could clean it later. Now it was time to play. He just hoped the sensation of being inside her tight, hot passage wouldn’t make him pass out or babble like a complete fucking moron.
    Grabbing some lube, he squeezed a generous amount on two fingers and easily worked both inside her. “Good girl. You did a good job getting yourself ready for—” He stopped just before saying “your Dom.” Whew. Close call . “For me.”
    If she noticed his near faux pas, she didn’t react or comment on it, just let out a low moan when she felt his fingers move inside her before he removed them once more. With care so he didn’t