Free Learning to Blush by Korey Mae Johnson

anal stretching kits in one place. She put her hand over her eyes, wanting to melt into the floor. “Hold this,” he demanded, putting an object firmly in her hand.
    She looked down and wanted to die. It was an enema kit—and he was still perusing, like he wanted to add to this night of fun. She choked out in his language, “No way, Graham. I said I was sorry, and I am, but it’s not fair that people will see us buying this, and they’ll know that—!” she whined, trying to choke back tears.
    “This isn’t up for negotiations,” he assured firmly, putting a few cases filled with plugs into her hands one by one. “I’m not interested in ‘fair’. I don’t think this is fair, either, because I could punish you a hundred times and still not feel that we’re even for the horror you put me through.” He saw a pair of leather wrist restraints and picked them up and looked at them. He raised his eyebrows in a way that showed he was both impressed and interested by their existence. “Genius,” he said, handing those over to Ellie as well. Ellie shifted her weight from foot to foot nervously.
    He put a final plug on the stack, one called ‘ The Super Big End ’. Her eyes widened. “Are you trying to kill me?” she yelped, her eyes pleading. It wasn’t the largest butt plug the store had, but it might has well have been. It was never going to fit. It was even larger than the largest plug Graham had ever put into her—and she had just made it to that level after a year.
    “I’m just planning to get your attention,” he assured, grabbing her upper arm and walking her to the counter. When she tried to dig her feet into the carpet, he gave her a firm swat on the bottom. “Come on.”
    Ellie saw one of the customers smiling sickly at her and tried to ignore it. She knew him, too. Worked on his cars…
    “Never thought I’d see you here, Car Wreck,” the girl behind the counter finally said, glancing at Ellie and then glancing up at Graham. “Interesting assortment…” she said, obviously not trying to grin too widely. “You want lube, too?”
    Ellie just searched into her wallet, trying as much as possible not to make eye contact or any conversation.
    “Yes,” Graham replied for her.
    “What kind?”
    “There’s more than one?” Graham said, furrowing his bow.
    The girl giggled. “Yes, of course.”
    “Just grab one that’s appropriate,” Ellie begged shallowly, her voice monotone as she handed over her credit card.
    The girl giggled again and picked one at random from a shelf behind her. She grinned and bagged everything up. “Have fun.”
    “It won’t be,” Graham assured, and the girl’s smile suddenly disappeared as she recognized the dark seriousness in his eyes. She looked down at Ellie, whose face was beet red as Graham nodded his chin towards the bag, silently ordering her to carry it as if the carrying of the implements was part of the punishment itself.
    Ellie nervously took the black bag with shaking hands and was guided out of the store. “That was Millie Parsons. She’s gonna text Penny before we even get to the car ,” Ellie whined, her voice just above a whisper. Her tone was almost accusing.
    “I’m not going to be doing much apologizing tonight,” Graham assured, opening her car door and taking the bag out of her hands. He watched her squeeze a tear out of her eye by the time he got to his seat. “Save that cry, little girl. We haven’t even begun .”
    She sniffled and started the car. When glancing into her rearview mirror, she noticed Thorton still texting in the back seat. “What IS a roflmao ?” he finally asked, sounding both amused and frustrated at the same time.
    “Something I’ll never be doing again,” she assured, turning back onto the main road. “I won’t have a butt to laugh off, apparently.”
     
     

Chapter Four
     
     
    “So, Thorton says Ellie wants us to make ourselves scarce,” Penny informed, jumping off of the counter. “I’m