Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 76329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
“Tell me what you are,” Pierre demanded, pausing in his discipline. His hand rested on my burning bottom, the gentle touch somehow more threatening than the martinet itself.
“I’m yours,” I sobbed, my face pressed into the bedspread, voice muffled by fabric and tears. “I’m your… your little whore.”
“Good girl,” Pierre murmured, his hand caressing my punished flesh with surprising tenderness. “Now you may fetch the plug and the lubricant.”
He stepped back, allowing me to slide off the pillows and stand on wobbly legs.
“Everything off, first of all,” he told me. “You’re going to have nothing under your dress but the plug when we leave here.”
Whimpering at the soreness in my backside from the horrid martinet, I drew my pink cotton panties down until they fell at my feet. I lifted the hem of the sundress over my head, then put it on the bed. Again I was naked with my fully clothed sponsor, the visible sign of my new life as his… what?
Fuck toy. Salope. Little whore.
Bride?
CHAPTER 24
Audrey
Bride.
Pierre had said it, as if he thought of me that way. At the very least he clearly meant to train me the way one of Selecta’s New Modesty brides got trained by her new husband: shamefully, thoroughly, dominantly.
Bride… a bride who’s also a little whore.
I didn’t let myself think about either of those terribly powerful words as I lowered my eyes and went into the bathroom, my bottom burning as I imagined so many brides’ did, when their husbands decided they needed a lesson in obedience. I found the large purple plug in the black box on the counter. The mere sight of it—its sheer size—made my bottom clench in reflexive fear.
I picked it up with trembling fingers, then reached for the lubricant. As I turned to leave, I caught sight of myself in the mirror—naked, tearstained, my bottom glowing red from Pierre’s punishment. The stark reality of what I’d become stared back at me. I tried to stop thinking about Pierre telling me he meant to treat me like a New Modesty bride, but the more I pushed the thought away, the more insistently it came back.
Did the New Modesty recommend anal training—anal punishment, even—for new brides? I shuddered. Suddenly I felt quite certain that they did. The thought sent a terribly unwelcome pulse of heat through my core, making me press my thighs together.
“Audrey!” Pierre called from the bedroom, his voice sharp with impatience. “Hurry up, unless you want more whipping.”
With a little whimper, I grabbed the plug and the lube and hurried out, wincing at the sting in my bottom and then suddenly realizing how very wet I’d gotten since my sponsor had whipped me. The evidence of my arousal was unmistakable, slick moisture gathering between my thighs as the painful glow from the martinet seemed to keep making its way forward as something very different.
I stood before Pierre, naked, the plug in one hand and the lubricant in the other. My sponsor sat on the edge of the bed, his expression a mixture of stern authority and hungry anticipation. My cheeks burned with humiliation as I felt a droplet of wetness slide down my inner thigh.
Hesitantly, heat flooding my cheeks, I asked, “May I… may I masturbate while you put the plug in, Monsieur?”
Pierre’s eyebrows rose slightly, surprise flickering across his handsome features before his lips curved into a knowing smile.
“So the little whore needs to come while her ass is being trained,” he mused, his voice rich with amusement. “That’s very honest of you, Audrey.”
I lowered my eyes, mortified by my own request, yet unable to deny the throbbing need between my legs. The combination of the burning in my bottom and the anticipation of being filled again had awakened a desperate hunger I couldn’t suppress.
“I would have allowed you that pleasure if you had obeyed me from the start,” Pierre said, his voice smooth, but unyielding. “But your defiance has consequences. Your real punishment is that you’re not going to come for a long time, ma petite.” His eyes narrowed slightly as he pointed to the bed. “Now present your anus for training.”
My face burning with shame, my bottom still aflame from the martinet, I crawled onto the bed on trembling limbs. I knelt with my face down against the comforter, then reached back with both hands to spread my buttocks. The position was so utterly humiliating that I whimpered, feeling the cool air of the room against my most private place.
“Beautiful,” Pierre murmured, taking the lubricant from where I’d placed it on the bed. I heard the cap snap open, then felt his slick finger circling the tiny bud, the little hole where he had opened me on his manhood. Despite my embarrassment, my body responded eagerly to his touch, my inner muscles relaxing as he worked the lubricant inside me with methodical patience.