Free Deep in the Woods by Annabel Joseph Page B

and still, her nipples and knees to the wall the way he’d taught her. Hyper-alert, she heard each soft footfall until he stood beside her and then the brush of hair against her ear.
    “Hello, naughty girl.”
    “Hello, Sir,” she whispered into the wall.
    “Here. Drink. Don’t want you to get dehydrated when you start crying.” She snorted, stifling laughter as he nuzzled her. As she took a few sips of water, Cerby’s low whine sounded from just outside the door. “Go lie down, boy,” Dave called. “She’s in good hands.” He ran his hands down over her ass cheek. “Very good hands. Aren’t you?”
    “Yes Sir.” She took a shuddery breath.
    He ran his fingers through her hair, parting it, soothing the tension in her neck. “You hate it when I make you wait, don’t you?”
    “Yes Sir. To be honest.”
    “Well then, let’s not make you wait any longer. Put your hands on the wall.”
    When she was in position, he stepped back and striped her bottom with the switch. She yelped and went up on her toes from the searing pain. Another stripe of fire and she was already pleading.
    “Sir, Please!”
    He put his hand on the small of her back. “Take some deep breaths. As you know, it’s not meant to feel good. You’re being punished for being disrespectful.”
    She couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her throat. She loved his discipline, but she hated it. Each painful stroke destroyed her and yet fulfilled her. They elevated her to a higher plane of existence—Dave’s will, and her submission to it. But it hurt . “I’m okay, Sir. I’m sorry. Please punish me as you see fit.”
    “I will. But let’s remember once more why you’re submitting to this. When you disrespect me, even subtly, it undermines the entire basis of our happiness. Doesn’t it?”
    His kind, patient voice shamed her more than any ranting or railing. “Yes Sir. I hate when I’m disrespectful to you.”
    “And I am respectful to you, am I not? I handle you very carefully. I do that out of respect for you and respect for our dynamic.”
    “Yes Sir.” She would cry in a moment if he didn’t just get on with it. “Please, Sir. I’m so ashamed.”
    “That’s good sometimes, isn’t it? To feel ashamed? Sometimes it suits you.” He nuzzled her again, running his hand over her ass and between her cheeks, probing her asshole. It took every ounce of her control to be still and let him do it.
    “Good girl,” he said, recognizing her effort. “I think I’ll plug you before I whip you. I know that always makes you feel very submissive and remorseful.”
    Sophie couldn’t do anything but emit a small sigh of agreement and wait. She heard him rummage in the chest of toys and then go into the bathroom. He returned and she resisted the impulse to look over and see what toy he’d selected. She’d know soon enough anyway, by feel. He had larger toys he used to truly punish her. She wasn’t sure how angry he really was today. Disrespect was a huge sticking point with him. However, it hadn’t been an overt or verbal show of will, and he seemed in a pretty good mood. Maybe he’d just use the smaller one he put in to warm her up for anal sex.
    She tensed and then willed herself to relax as he pushed the plug against her tiny hole. He eased it in slowly, pausing when she drew her breath in, when it reached that widest point of girth and she had to pant to accept it. He gave her just a moment before he pressed it all the way home. She felt full, impaled. It wasn’t the largest one, that made her feel pried open, but it wasn’t the smallest one either, that delivered mostly sensation. It was a medium one, enough to remind her that he was teaching her a lesson, but not so much that she forgot what the lesson was.
    She’d barely adjusted to the fullness of the invasion when Dave resumed the punishment. Now there was the sharp, fiery sensation of the stripes to bear, on top of the throbbing in her ass. One moment at a time , she