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  “I will touch you whenever and wherever I want to, and you are never to resist me in any way. Resistance and disobedience will get you punished – and spanking is just the beginning of that. If I should ever find out that you’ve lied to me in any way, then you’ll spend at least a week bound hand and foot in that room where I spanked you, watching yourself getting corrected every hour on the hour, until you can’t tell where your butt begins and the cane or the paddle or the crop ends, among other things, like this right here, and a lot worse.” He tapped her plug firmly, making her catch her breath.

  “In case you haven’t already guessed it, you are low man on the totem pole here. Rook or Lima can punish you if they feel you need it, too.”

  She almost asked if she could ask a question, then thought better of it.

  But he caught that slight movement. “You can always ask me questions, as long as they’re respectfully put. I won’t take any sort of sass from you, and I mean none.”

  “I – I just wondered, Sir, why you would let another man touch me.”

  Thomas smiled slightly. “Because Rook’s not a man.”

  Abril was confused. He was a big guy – almost as big as the man who owned her, broad of chest and obviously well muscled, with a bit of a pot belly.

  He was grinning at her puzzled look, but didn’t deign to explain. “Let’s just say that he wouldn’t be here if I didn’t trust him with your life and your virtue.” He cleared his throat and became serious again, tipping her face up so that she had to meet his eyes. “The way you can increase your rank here – pretty much the only way - is to give me a son. And we’re going to spend a lot of time trying to get one.”

  One of the other reasons he’d set his sites on Hoffman’s April female, was that he had an exceptional track record in a very tricky area – selling select females from a line of proven breeders. Every female he’d sold off had given her new owner a child within fifteen years – sometimes as soon as two or three years, and without all the life-threatening miscarriages that had become a depressing, discouraging fact since the Plague.

  But he just knew that that wasn’t going to happen with them. She was young and healthy and he was rarin’ to go.

  As a matter of fact, he thought, there was no reason why he couldn’t combine the discipline she needed and an opportunity to indulge himself in her body, if just a little.

  Chapter Five

  Thomas swiveled a bit in his chair and lifted her off of him and onto his desk. He’d envisioned taking her right there and then, sweeping his desk off with one arm and mounting her in one powerful stroke. But instead, he laid her back gently, carefully, trying to disturb things as little as possible. It was like a game to him. After this, the next time he looked at his desk when it was the way it always was, and he would see her lying there, spread open for him, her knees on his shoulders as he bent forward, tugged those roughed lips wide apart, and sealed his lips around her already stiff and throbbing clit.

  Thomas knew that her startled, almost outraged growl would have been heard all over the house, and Lima and Rook would have had a very good idea what he was doing to his woman. He’d left the door open for just that purpose. Without a second’s hesitation, he reached up and captured a nipple between each thumb and forefinger, pinching and tugging gently at first, then more firmly, imparting just the slightest touch of pain, but nothing that smacked of real discomfort.

  He’d take care of that end of things in a moment, but right now he was enjoying the way she was sighing and moaning at his attentions. He loved the fact that she responded to him like this. This was a bonus he hadn’t expected. He’d hoped, but he hadn’t expected, even for the amount he’d paid for her. He expected that Hoffman was going to work him to the bone for her – and the man had a lot of enemies, especially within his trade. Thomas’ winning bid would go a long way towards leveling the playing field for the man. He figured he’d be spending the year eliminating a lot of that man’s competition and stealing the girls away.

  And he was rapidly discovering that she was going to be well worth his efforts, whatever they ended up being. “Ah,” he sighed, more to himself than to her, “I wish I had mirrors in here.” He made a mental note to see that Rook put some in. He dearly wanted her to see herself as she came into her first pleasure, although he wasn’t going to let her complete it right now, she was getting her first tastes of it beneath his mouth, but her head was hanging over the edge of the desk, and he couldn’t see her expression. He wanted to see it himself, and to force her to see it also, to make her always confront and realize that whatever she was feeling – be it the depths of ecstasy or the height of pain, that it was at his behest, at his hands. Or mouth, as in this situation, he grinned as his tongue flicked out and licked that bud as it tried to hide between her full lips.

  She didn’t know if it was against his rules or not, but she couldn’t keep herself from moaning, “Oh, Sir, please, I - ” but she didn’t know what she wanted from him, and she knew it wasn’t her place to ask for anything, regardless. She was there to be used, and to feel whatever he decided she should feel, nothing more, nothing less.

  He didn’t seem angry at her utterance, in fact his efforts, where his mouth met her most private place, redoubled, until she thought she was going die in some sort of violent implosion.

  But then, just like that, he stopped and flipped her over, putting a hard hand at the small of her back to hold her down. He reached into the top drawer of the big mahogany desk and took out a smallish wooden paddle. If she hadn’t had a good idea how it was going to be used, she might have marveled at the fine craftsmanship of the implement, but she didn’t have any time to do so before he lit into her with it, saying in that deep, gravelly voice that nevertheless was entirely emotionless and all the more terrifying for that fact, “This is just a taste of what you’re going to get. On a regular basis. Apparently, you’re going to need pretty regular reminders of how I expect you to behave.” She could hear the displeasure in his voice. “It appears that, although Principal Hoffman can apparently breed and keep pure some of the most fertile women left on Earth, but he can’t teach them to behave worth beans.”

  The paddle was about ping pong sized, not much smaller than his hand when his fingers were spread, and taking up most of her cheek with each swat – over and over and over again, until she was so sore that she was sure that she was going to die if it descended again, but, of course, it did. Until her mind – and every other part of her body – was numb, except those parts he was tending to; her rounded rear and down the backs of her thighs, once pale white, the flesh never kissed by the sun now bussed by wholly unforgiving wood. At least a sun burn would have just burned the first layer or two of skin.

  The paddle, in his hands, burned and stung brain deep, helped by his hypnotic voice, pitched just low enough that she had to strain to hear him while she kicked her legs frantically until the first time her heel connected with that seared flesh. Then she had to settle for rocking and trying to slide away from him, which he’d stopped immediately by gathering her wrists at the small of her back in a no nonsense fashion.

  He did manage, in general, to avoid hitting the flange of her plug as it nestled between her quickly reddening cheeks. When he did hit it, she’d start and arch and tug against his hold on her arms even more than she did when the paddle connected with yielding flesh instead of trying to drive that horrid thing further into her rectum.

  “I don’t mind if you’re trying to avoid a spanking. That’s just natural. Your body is probably always going to try to move away from correction, even when you know it’s a necessary thing, something you need and crave and something that might even drive you to misbehave at some points, just until you learn that I’ll always haul you back into line.” The paddle rose and fell in its inexorable fashion as he spoke, mirroring his firmly delivered speech.

  If she’d been in her right mind, she might have argued – at least to herself – that she could never imagine actually try
ing to provoke him into doing this.

  “But when it’s just an invasion of any sort – when there’s no real pain to be cringing away from, just a bit of discomfort or stretching – that I expect you to control. And if you have to learn to do that the hard way, then that can be arranged. It’ll be your first real lesson from me.”

  Abril’s eyes widened as she wondered what he’d considered these first two punishments to have been, but then she decided she didn’t really want to know the answer. All she wanted in the word right now was for the paddling to stop. She had been screaming and begging and crying so loudly that her voice was already ragged and hoarse, and his swats had only gotten increasingly, incrementally harder. He was a big, strong man with shoulders as broad as a barn. His spanking arm wasn’t likely to ever get tired.

  “But for now, in another fifty strokes or so, and you’ll think twice about trying to squirm away from whatever I decide to press into you – for a while, at least.” With that pronouncement, she literally threw her head back and wailed, not caring that Lima and Rook could most definitely hear her, and knew exactly what was going on in this room, that her owner had her bent over his desk and held helpless as he paddled her until she was frantic with it.

  But he caught her off guard by stopping for a moment, and reaching between the fleshy mounds he’d been setting ablaze to twist that well seated invader around one hundred and eighty degrees just to hear her whimpers of discomfort and note with not a little satisfaction that she didn’t flinch at all. She was trainable.

  He pressed his fingers against the end, pumping it gently, rocking it back and forth while her bottom hole clenched tightly around it, trying valiantly – but unsuccessfully - to adjust to the changes he was causing. Then he twirled it back to its original spot, his genitals becoming harder and tighter with every pleading whimper.

  “That’s it. You just lie there and take what I give you, Abril. That’s all you can do, anyway. Anything else’ll get you into more trouble than you’d ever want to think about.” His hands caressed her swollen butt, rubbing the irritated flesh in a possessive manner that held no ounce of soothing, but rather increased her discomfort, pulling and prying apart her flesh, which only served to remind her of her complete vulnerability as well as the presence of what felt like a thick pole in her bottom. “Spread your legs,” he ordered suddenly, smacking the inside of her legs sharply as she tried to comply as fast as she could, but apparently not fast enough for him. “More.” She yanked her own legs even further apart, nearly splitting herself in two in the process.

  He sank down behind her and she heard a buckle clanking, then felt something strong and unyielding snake around her ankle, and when he did the same thing to her other ankle, it tugged her legs even further apart, so that the bottom half of her was completely splayed over the edge of his desk. He stood back a bit as if admiring the scene he’d created, then took something off his chair and had her stand up as best she could, so that he could put some sort of cushion in front of her private area, then made her bend over again, this time securing her wrists behind her back with some sort of leather thong.

  Although they had yet to have the naming ceremony, he slipped a collar around her neck, and attached it tautly to the leg of the desk that was directly beneath her, ensuring that she could not lift her head so much as an inch. She was held fast – could barely move a muscle, trussed up to receive the second leg of his discipline.

  But that wasn’t what he immediately launched into. Instead, he sat down on his chair, behind her, and Abril, who still hadn’t calmed down from the paddling he’d already done, was mortified to realize exactly what he had a bird’s eye view of – her privates were on display for him, she knew, from stem to stern. “Man, that is a beautiful sight, Abril,” he breathed as his hand came up to cup her there, where she was so untouched, so much a virgin – only less so since being in his care. “I love seeing you like this – I might just have to do this every once in a while, just tie you over my desk and stare at you.” His fingers were itching to touch her though, and he knew that looking was never going to be the end of it. He wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anything in his life, and the temptation to throw caution to the wind was weighing more heavily on him than he’d expected. It had been a while. He’d been saving himself, not wanting to waste his seed on a female that wasn’t his. He reached out and patted her backside, then let his fingers trail down her natural crease, over the flange, and up, a huge smile spreading over his face when he realized that she was still as wet as she’d been before.

  It seemed that his female enjoyed a strict hand, as well as a full bottom. He’d be sure to remember that. He gave her a few lazy strokes over her extremely swollen little bud, watching her body shudder in involuntary reaction to his attentions.

  But he didn’t want to finish her off until later - until he’d claimed her formally, although he didn’t much hold with all that ceremonial folderol.

  He sat there watching her for a little while longer, until he thought his dick was going to bust his way through his jeans, then stood to the opposite side of her from where he’d stood before, taking up the paddle again in his other hand.

  Abril realized with a sinking feeling that he was ambidextrous. He was going to give her those last fifty smacks with a completely fresh arm.

  Chapter Six

  Abril desperately wanted to snuggle under the thick covers where she lay on his huge bed, but she knew she couldn’t tolerate anything against or even over her rear. She had collapsed when he’d finally released her from her bonds, and he’d had to carry her out of his study. It had amazed her that he’d brought her into his own bedroom. She had vaguely thought as he’d set her down on the side of the bed that faced away from the door that she’d probably have her own bedroom, maybe in the basement or something, somewhere appropriate to her station within the house.

  She’d looked around her a little as he fussed around her – tugging soft leather cuffs up from under the mirrored headboard and encircling her wrists with them, then clicking some sort of lock that held them in place – then lay her head down on a pillow that was as soft as a cloud. She’d never been allowed a pillow before. She’d had a rough cot in the back room, with a scratchy wool blanket.

  “You’re going to sleep here for the rest of her life – unless I decide to tie you up somewhere else. I want you close at hand so that I can keep track of where you are, and because when I have the urge, I don’t want to have to go searching around the house for you. I want to roll over and slide into you and make you scream and ride me back, maybe even beg me to be harder on you.”

  Thomas wasn’t sure which one of them he was teasing the most – and then he realized, it certainly wasn’t her – she had no idea what sex was, beyond the light touching he’d done. He stopped talking immediately when he realized was torturing himself more than her, and that wasn’t the way things were supposed to be.

  He’d paddled her bottom but good a few minutes ago, while she’d wailed and begged and cried and pleaded for mercy that he wasn’t about to grant her. He certainly wasn’t going to go soft on her at any time, even if she was with him for the next two hundred years, which was a distinct possibility since surviving the Plague had extended peoples’ lifetimes, especially women, thankfully, since there were so few of them.

  He needed – and she apparently also needed and craved, whether she knew it or not – to keep her strictly in line and not bend to any sort of female wiles or pleas for attention. He’d told her that she’d be getting fifty more, and that was how many she was getting, even if she fainted from it, which she seemed to be on the verge of, she was breathing so heavily.

  Thomas reached into his desk drawer slowly, not interrupting the rhythm of the paddle as it cracked and smacked loudly against her already tenderized flesh, taking out a pad of smelling salts just in case.

  She couldn’t cringe away from the implement of her correction – the pillow against the edge of the desk kept her bottom s
ticking out obscenely, as if it was reaching out for that horrid paddle, as if it was inviting the painful connection as it kissed every inch of her from the top curve of her cheeks down to just above the backs of her knees. And he was less careful this round about whether or not he hit the plug she was harboring inside her – in fact, sometimes it even seemed as if he was aiming for it in particular, landing several deliberate swats directly over the middle of her bottom, which made her strain and buck and writhe for a different reason than when the usual agonizing explosion rocked her bottom.

  By the time he finished with her, calling out the last ten smacks himself and delivering each with a wide swing of his arm, she was a hot, angry red, and he knew she’d think twice about any sort of resistance in the future.

  He took his time before releasing her, listening to her try to get her breathing under control, sniffling and snuffling and still occasionally tugging at the leather thongs he’d used to keep her in place. She almost tugged at his heart, but he squelched that immediately. He could not be soft with her. It wouldn’t do either of them any good.

  The paddle and smelling salts were tucked back into their cubbies in his desk, then he released first her ankles then her wrists, removing the generic collar and lead and stuffing them and the thongs into his pencil tray, cautioning her once when he started not to move until he told her to.