move her onto the bed better and strap her feet into place with the ankle boards. Her thighs are parted slightly. I attempt to avoid the view of her naked body.
She grips the bedding, trembling with nerves as I hook the toe straps in and force her feet to flex. Some people love getting their feet paddled, I don’t think she will be one of them.
I mutter, afraid of my own voice, "I don’t want to mar that skin. Not yet. I'm going to start the film now. Please feel free to be extra loud. It's better for the footage. At anytime, you can ask me to stop. Stuart will be punished then."
I grab the wooden bite and walk around to her face. I put the bite in but she spits it out right away. I lean in, whispering, "Unless you want to bite your tongue, I suggest you keep that in." She shakes her head, but I push it between her lips, "I will tie it on."
She moans and cries and I fight the fact I might accidentally enjoy this. The bite in her lips and ties on her body are making me uncomfortable, in a good way. I walk back to the end of the bed, pick up the paddle and take a breath.
Instantly, my mind is transported to a bad place. Seeing her tied and gagged and spread for me has me breathing heavily. Fuck Jane. She did this on purpose. I know she is watching to see if I let her off with a few whacks or just end up losing my self-control altogether.
I don’t.
I enjoy paddling things like feet, a lot, but I maintain my composure.
I look at those beautiful runner's feet and take my first swing. The crack of the paddle against her skin and cry that leaves her gagged mouth, make me instantly hard.
I hate myself but I hit her again and fucking love it.
She screams and cries, but I can see what it's doing to her body. Her cries become moans and her slit dampens. Her pussy lips spread slightly.
Fuck.
I hit her again. She doesn’t know she likes it. She's traumatized. I hit her again. I should be stopping, or lessening, but I can see she can take it. She tenses, expecting the next hit but I don’t deliver. She squirms slightly, still in a daze from the agony.
I wait until she is exhaling the tension and deliver the hardest one. She cries out and I orgasm.
I hate myself. I drop the paddle and leave her unconscious body on the bed, tied and exposed. I leave her, like I did to Stuart.
Chapter Twelve
December 29th
Stuart hobbles out onto the rooftop. His face is swollen and his ankle appears sore. I grimace, "What happened?"
He shakes his head, "Got hit by a damned truck on the way over to get a sandwich. Hands are all cut up. I couldn’t see out of the eye that was swollen still from the fight and stepped off the curb. Needed a sandwich and some fresh air."
I wince, "You alright?"
He shakes his head, "No. Got a couple more broken ribs and shit. I am out. Dr. Bradley wants me gone, says I pushed it too far and now this. She is setting up a germ water thing. That asshole Mike is doing the water torture. Next feeding time they want me to talk to her."
I look down, "I think this is a mistake." I don't want Mike to see her like being dominated. I'm hoping Jane missed it.
"She seems like she's in good spirits."
I roll my eyes, "She is a master of finding coping mechanisms."
"I gotta go back, it's time for me to talk to her through the hole."
I wince, "So water torture is happening after that then?"
He nods, "I just wanted to make sure you were okay."
I shake my head and my words are low, nearly a whisper, "Nothing about this is okay. I'll be the one torturing her though. I'm the one who started this." I let him lean on me and lead him back to his cell. He's silent as he slips back into the spot where the hole is. I know that hole too well. The little girl who was kept during my breaking was in that room. I shudder and feel it all for a second.
I walk into the room with the monitors. Jane gives me a satisfied smile. I feel my lip twitch with the sneer it wants to give her, but I don’t. I focus on the reason I exist. My
She grips the bedding, trembling with nerves as I hook the toe straps in and force her feet to flex. Some people love getting their feet paddled, I don’t think she will be one of them.
I mutter, afraid of my own voice, "I don’t want to mar that skin. Not yet. I'm going to start the film now. Please feel free to be extra loud. It's better for the footage. At anytime, you can ask me to stop. Stuart will be punished then."
I grab the wooden bite and walk around to her face. I put the bite in but she spits it out right away. I lean in, whispering, "Unless you want to bite your tongue, I suggest you keep that in." She shakes her head, but I push it between her lips, "I will tie it on."
She moans and cries and I fight the fact I might accidentally enjoy this. The bite in her lips and ties on her body are making me uncomfortable, in a good way. I walk back to the end of the bed, pick up the paddle and take a breath.
Instantly, my mind is transported to a bad place. Seeing her tied and gagged and spread for me has me breathing heavily. Fuck Jane. She did this on purpose. I know she is watching to see if I let her off with a few whacks or just end up losing my self-control altogether.
I don’t.
I enjoy paddling things like feet, a lot, but I maintain my composure.
I look at those beautiful runner's feet and take my first swing. The crack of the paddle against her skin and cry that leaves her gagged mouth, make me instantly hard.
I hate myself but I hit her again and fucking love it.
She screams and cries, but I can see what it's doing to her body. Her cries become moans and her slit dampens. Her pussy lips spread slightly.
Fuck.
I hit her again. She doesn’t know she likes it. She's traumatized. I hit her again. I should be stopping, or lessening, but I can see she can take it. She tenses, expecting the next hit but I don’t deliver. She squirms slightly, still in a daze from the agony.
I wait until she is exhaling the tension and deliver the hardest one. She cries out and I orgasm.
I hate myself. I drop the paddle and leave her unconscious body on the bed, tied and exposed. I leave her, like I did to Stuart.
Chapter Twelve
December 29th
Stuart hobbles out onto the rooftop. His face is swollen and his ankle appears sore. I grimace, "What happened?"
He shakes his head, "Got hit by a damned truck on the way over to get a sandwich. Hands are all cut up. I couldn’t see out of the eye that was swollen still from the fight and stepped off the curb. Needed a sandwich and some fresh air."
I wince, "You alright?"
He shakes his head, "No. Got a couple more broken ribs and shit. I am out. Dr. Bradley wants me gone, says I pushed it too far and now this. She is setting up a germ water thing. That asshole Mike is doing the water torture. Next feeding time they want me to talk to her."
I look down, "I think this is a mistake." I don't want Mike to see her like being dominated. I'm hoping Jane missed it.
"She seems like she's in good spirits."
I roll my eyes, "She is a master of finding coping mechanisms."
"I gotta go back, it's time for me to talk to her through the hole."
I wince, "So water torture is happening after that then?"
He nods, "I just wanted to make sure you were okay."
I shake my head and my words are low, nearly a whisper, "Nothing about this is okay. I'll be the one torturing her though. I'm the one who started this." I let him lean on me and lead him back to his cell. He's silent as he slips back into the spot where the hole is. I know that hole too well. The little girl who was kept during my breaking was in that room. I shudder and feel it all for a second.
I walk into the room with the monitors. Jane gives me a satisfied smile. I feel my lip twitch with the sneer it wants to give her, but I don’t. I focus on the reason I exist. My
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