Free Royal Discipline by Annabel Joseph Page A

inside her, and she realized he was using the protruding “handle” to do it.
    “Please, I don’t like that. It feels so full. It hurts.”
    “It’s a sensitive place,” he said in a tone of agreement. “A vulnerable place, and therefore a perfect place to inflict punishment. I’m sorry if you find it uncomfortable, but that is rather the point.”
    “It feels as if it doesn’t belong there. I feel so stretched. Please, take it out again. I’ll be good, I promise.”
    Instead, he drizzled a bit more oil around her hole, and proceeded to draw the bulb in and out, in and out, making her feel more uneasy and humiliated each time. “There,” he said. “It seems securely seated. Your inner muscles, along with the flange, will prevent it from being expelled until I allow it.”
    “Please, it hurts.” It was not excruciatingly painful, but it felt odd and invasive, and she couldn’t stop clenching upon it. “I can’t believe you’re subjecting me to this.”
    He made a quelling noise, the first hint of impatience. “Be grateful this is only a small-sized bulb. If you were my wife, I’d put my cock inside your arse when you were very bad, and humble you that way until I found my pleasure. You would find it much more uncomfortable.”
    “Your...cock?”
    One of his hands came to rest at the tops of her thighs. “Don’t you know what a cock is?”
    “No, I don’t, but if it’s bigger than this, I don’t want it inside me. You’re horrible to torment me this way.”
    “On that note...” Thornton sighed and lifted her, and arranged her so she was kneeling on the sofa, bent over the back with her legs slightly spread. “You’re due a good spanking for your behavior yesterday. Keep your bottom in the air, and your legs spread just like that. I’ll go and fetch that oak paddle I keep in my room.”
    Violet groaned. She knew that stout oak paddle well, and eyed it with dread as he returned. “But...” Violet peered behind her. “You can’t possibly paddle me with the wooden cylinder in the way.”
    “It’s easy enough to paddle you while you’re wearing this device, as long as I restrict myself to the lower, more sensitive regions of your buttocks.”
    She wished now, truly wished that she had not fought him so last night. He had indeed moved on to a more rigorous stage of training. When she cowered against the sofa back and clenched her bottom in anticipation, he took hold of the handle protruding from her person and forced her back into the correct position, with her torso arched and her bottom stuck out for his punishment.
    Whap! The thick, rectangular paddle sizzled across the underside of her arse cheeks.
    “Oh! Oww! ” she cried, clenching her bottom, but that only reminded her of the solid shaft seated in her tight hole. He spanked her again with the paddle, and then again, right across her sensitive underside. She had no other option but to keep her aching cheeks upturned for more of the same. Because he was restricted to that one region for punishment, the same tender expanse of flesh was paddled over and over until her cheeks were alight with burning pain. After twenty or so strokes, he let go of the handle sticking out from her bottom and tossed the paddle onto the side table.
    “You may rest,” he said. “But stay where you are. I require you to spend today kneeling here on the couch, with your bottom exposed, awaiting more punishment. I shall return every hour between now and dinnertime to paddle you again.”
    “But that is—” Violet broke off, helpless.
    The duke took a watch from his coat pocket. “Approximately six hours. Yes. You will have a well-paddled bottom by evening, on top of the strapping and spanking from yesterday. I do wonder why you continue to fight.”
    Violet bit her lip. She would fight forever. Someday he would realize it, the stupid tyrant. But now, in this moment, she needed to rest, and perhaps shed a few tears. Six more hours, and six more paddlings on