blow fell I screamed, my whole
body tensing. It felt as if he’d laid lines of fire across my ass.
“It hurts! Please stop.”
“Of course it hurts, Leona.”
I screamed as he continued to beat me. When my throat was
raw I gave in and started sobbing. I couldn’t get away, couldn’t stop him.
When he released the straps I clung to the post and slid
down to my knees. My ass throbbed and I was sure that there had to be blood
dripping down my legs.
“Stand up, Leona.”
“No. I’m leaving.”
“You’re not. It would be irresponsible of me to let you go
like this. You need time to come down from the punishment.”
I didn’t acknowledge his words. I hated him. I feared him.
Master Clay pulled me to my feet. My eyes were watery from
crying and I could barely see where we were going. I struggled weakly when he
cuffed my hands together. I didn’t have the strength to fight.
The cuffs were attached to a chain dangling from the
ceiling, which was pulled until I was forced onto my toes, the muscles of my
ass flexing, which sent fresh waves of pain through me.
My head dropped down between my arms.
“Take some time to think, Leona.”
With that Master Clay walked away, leaving me hanging there.
* * * * *
The driver dropped me off at
12:28. I could hardly believe it had been just over three hours since I’d woken
up. It felt as though years had passed.
I stood on the walkway outside my building, emotionally
numb. My whole body hurt, but my ass was on fire. The fabric of my tight
leggings pressing against it was agony. It would be glorious to go upstairs,
strip off my clothes and get into bed.
Yet I didn’t move.
“Leona. Leona.”
I wasn’t sure how long my roommate had been calling my name
before I noticed and looked up. She was standing on the balcony to our suite,
waving at me.
“Stay there, he’s coming down! I packed you a bag.”
What was she talking about?
A minute later Brad walked out the front door of my
building.
A sob welled in my throat at the sight of him. The urge to
run into his arms made me dig my fingernails into my palms.
“Hello, Princess.” He was grinning, but as he got closer his
smile faded. “Are you okay?”
No. I’m not.
“Yeah, sorry. I was thinking about something else. What are
you doing here?”
“I came to take you to lunch. When you didn’t answer your
phone I thought I’d better check on you, so I wandered around until someone
told me where you lived.”
“Good thing you’re not a stalker.” I struggled to pretend
everything was normal and banter with him.
“At this point I think I am your stalker. Your roommates are
nice. I said I was going to take you to lunch in Venice and they packed a beach
bag for you.” He held up a striped tote. “If you don’t want to go that’s fine.
I’ll text you later.”
“No, I’d love to.” As much as I wanted to lie down in bed I
didn’t want to be alone with my thoughts.
I fought to hide my pain when I sat in the passenger seat of
his car. Taking the tote from him I rummaged through it. My bathing suit, a
towel and a sundress were packed in there, along with some condoms. Clearly my
roommates approved of Brad.
I closed my eyes as we drove. The silence was calm rather
than awkward. When we pulled into one of the pay parking lots on Venice Beach,
Brad helped me out of the car.
“What do you feel like, seafood or Italian?” He pointed to
the restaurants along the beach path.
I turned and looked out at the endless gray-blue of the
pacific. The water looked cold and dark.
“Can we go out to the water?” I asked.
“Sure. Want to change first?”
“Yeah.”
I slid into one of the stalls in the beach bathroom. My
leggings were stuck to my ass and getting them off brought tears to my eyes. I
wanted to skip the bikini bottoms, but I didn’t want to go commando. The thick
swimsuit material was smooth enough that it didn’t hurt the way my leggings
had.
Stuffing my clothes into the tote and pulling
body tensing. It felt as if he’d laid lines of fire across my ass.
“It hurts! Please stop.”
“Of course it hurts, Leona.”
I screamed as he continued to beat me. When my throat was
raw I gave in and started sobbing. I couldn’t get away, couldn’t stop him.
When he released the straps I clung to the post and slid
down to my knees. My ass throbbed and I was sure that there had to be blood
dripping down my legs.
“Stand up, Leona.”
“No. I’m leaving.”
“You’re not. It would be irresponsible of me to let you go
like this. You need time to come down from the punishment.”
I didn’t acknowledge his words. I hated him. I feared him.
Master Clay pulled me to my feet. My eyes were watery from
crying and I could barely see where we were going. I struggled weakly when he
cuffed my hands together. I didn’t have the strength to fight.
The cuffs were attached to a chain dangling from the
ceiling, which was pulled until I was forced onto my toes, the muscles of my
ass flexing, which sent fresh waves of pain through me.
My head dropped down between my arms.
“Take some time to think, Leona.”
With that Master Clay walked away, leaving me hanging there.
* * * * *
The driver dropped me off at
12:28. I could hardly believe it had been just over three hours since I’d woken
up. It felt as though years had passed.
I stood on the walkway outside my building, emotionally
numb. My whole body hurt, but my ass was on fire. The fabric of my tight
leggings pressing against it was agony. It would be glorious to go upstairs,
strip off my clothes and get into bed.
Yet I didn’t move.
“Leona. Leona.”
I wasn’t sure how long my roommate had been calling my name
before I noticed and looked up. She was standing on the balcony to our suite,
waving at me.
“Stay there, he’s coming down! I packed you a bag.”
What was she talking about?
A minute later Brad walked out the front door of my
building.
A sob welled in my throat at the sight of him. The urge to
run into his arms made me dig my fingernails into my palms.
“Hello, Princess.” He was grinning, but as he got closer his
smile faded. “Are you okay?”
No. I’m not.
“Yeah, sorry. I was thinking about something else. What are
you doing here?”
“I came to take you to lunch. When you didn’t answer your
phone I thought I’d better check on you, so I wandered around until someone
told me where you lived.”
“Good thing you’re not a stalker.” I struggled to pretend
everything was normal and banter with him.
“At this point I think I am your stalker. Your roommates are
nice. I said I was going to take you to lunch in Venice and they packed a beach
bag for you.” He held up a striped tote. “If you don’t want to go that’s fine.
I’ll text you later.”
“No, I’d love to.” As much as I wanted to lie down in bed I
didn’t want to be alone with my thoughts.
I fought to hide my pain when I sat in the passenger seat of
his car. Taking the tote from him I rummaged through it. My bathing suit, a
towel and a sundress were packed in there, along with some condoms. Clearly my
roommates approved of Brad.
I closed my eyes as we drove. The silence was calm rather
than awkward. When we pulled into one of the pay parking lots on Venice Beach,
Brad helped me out of the car.
“What do you feel like, seafood or Italian?” He pointed to
the restaurants along the beach path.
I turned and looked out at the endless gray-blue of the
pacific. The water looked cold and dark.
“Can we go out to the water?” I asked.
“Sure. Want to change first?”
“Yeah.”
I slid into one of the stalls in the beach bathroom. My
leggings were stuck to my ass and getting them off brought tears to my eyes. I
wanted to skip the bikini bottoms, but I didn’t want to go commando. The thick
swimsuit material was smooth enough that it didn’t hurt the way my leggings
had.
Stuffing my clothes into the tote and pulling
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