Part 65 (2/2)
”Not really,” she glared at me, knowing how much this was going to hurt her and not being allowed to scream.
I turned back to my free a.s.sistant, Sheila still on her knees by the recliner.
”Sheila, get me a small paddle?”
”Please don't make me help with this. I don't want to hurt her.”
”I'm not going to make you hit her. I promise.”
Sheila, resigned, climbed back to her bare feet and padded back to the closet. Eyes downcast, she handed me the paddle as she returned. She begged me with her eyes and then knelt back down in her spot beside the chair, wanting to look away, but morbidly fascinated how Jane was going to make out.
Chapter 114.
I looked at the paddle in my hand. It was a small leather paddle about the size of a table tennis racquet. I let it fall experimentally into my left hand, cringing at the pain with even that light blow. I wasn't going to be able to hit her very hard with this, if I expected her to keep her screams in.
Jane looked up at me with fear evident in her eyes.
”You don't have to do this. Let us go. We'll do whatever you want.”
I touched her face with the paddle, stroking it gently. She cringed a bit at the touch, but managed to stay relatively still.
”I know, sweetheart. You'll be down soon.”
”Just get it over with, then.”
”You ready?”
”I just have to be quiet?”
”You can say things, but I don't want to hear any screams or protests. That's all.”
”For the first five?”
”For the first five.”
”Can a slave ask how many she's going to get, in total?”
”Until I'm tired of hitting you.”
”Oh G.o.d.”
”Ready?”
”Not really.”
I gently swung the paddle up under her bent body and let it connect with her left breast. The blow was about as hard as the test blow I'd put into my hand. My hand still stung, so I could imagine how much this was going to hurt her.
She hissed, letting her breath out. She closed her eyes, gritting her teeth.
Finally, she spoke calmly. ”G.o.d. That hurts. Please don't do this. Please.”
I let the paddle flow upwards again into her hanging left breast. This time I let it fall a little harder. She drew in another breath, struggling not to cry out. ”Oh G.o.d. Oh G.o.d. Ow. Ow. Ow,” she whispered. ”Please. I can't do this.”
”Would you rather me shock Elizabeth?” I glanced at the other girl. She was hanging and crying in her ropes, trying not to pay attention to what Jane was doing for her.
Jane just gritted her teeth and shook her head. ”Go on, you f.u.c.king b.a.s.t.a.r.d, hit me.”
I swung the paddle, targeting the side of her breast. Again, I increased the force of the blow a little. Tears formed in her eyes and she struggled with the pain of the stroke. ”f.u.c.k,” she whispered. ”Please. No more. I'm begging you. Just let me down. Please?” She pulled at the handcuffs holding her arms in their awkward position.
”You are doing great, Jane.”
”f.u.c.king easy for you to say. Christ, my b.o.o.b hurts. Please.”
”Would you like a rest?”
”Please. Just a few minutes.”
”Alright.” I knelt in front of her and ran my fingers down her left breast. I'd been avoiding the right one because of the nipple clamp attaching her to Elizabeth. I intended to really test her with the last stroke. I ran my fingers lightly down her bodice until I reached the hem of her dress. She obediently spread her legs apart as I traveled my fingers up her thigh and touched her lips. I could feel her wetness without even parting her. She moaned at the touches. I looked at her face hanging down, trying to watch where I was going. She was bright red, knowing what her reaction to the pain was. I let one finger slip inside of her, causing a groan and a few struggles in the bound female. But she didn't protest the invasion of her body, in fact she pressed against the pressure of my finger lightly.
I withdrew from her, holding my damp finger in front of her. She closed her eyes and allowed her tongue to lick the finger, probably hoping that her actions might cause me to forget about hitting her. When she had licked all of herself off my finger, she looked up at me, questions in her eyes.
”Yes, little one. You managed to get yourself out of a few strokes. But you still have to take the five.”
She breathed a little easier. I let her relax for a few more minutes and then stepped forward.
”Please,” she begged simply as I swung the paddle. This time I aimed directly for her defenseless left nipple. She closed her eyes as the intense pain washed over her mind. She fought with it, and managed to keep her mouth closed against it. Finally she allowed herself to quietly verbalize it.
”Oh G.o.d. Please. No more. Stop. I can't do this. It hurts too much. I'm going to scream if you hit me again. I can't help it.”
”It's worse than that, Janey. The next one is on your right breast.”
Her face registered confusion until she realized that she was still clamped on her right nipple.
”Oh G.o.d. Please no.”
”If you can resist that scream, I'll let you both down.”
”G.o.d no. Please. I can't do it. It hurts already. Please?”
I carefully swung the leather up towards her right breast, ensuring that it would hit her trapped nipple. She threw back her head and her mouth involuntarily opened in a silent scream. Her vocal cords wouldn't even work, she was in that much agony. Her voice finally returned to her and she let out an incomprehensible screech of pain and agony.
”Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Christ. No. Ow. Oh G.o.d. I can't. f.u.c.k. My b.o.o.bs. Oh my f.u.c.king G.o.d. Please. No. Ow. Ow. f.u.c.k that hurt.”
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