“Once Upon A Time…”
She walked in and began to kneel. He said, “No…Inspection.” She obeyed. She looked at Him; His eyes were…different. She looked down; the slap was quick and sharp. She wasn’t expecting it. Her eyes watered. Her cheek burned. Her mouth watered. Is that…blood? Suddenly His hand was on her arm, lifting her back up. His slap had knocked her to the ground. “Listen. You will NOT take your eyes off me again. Do you understand? Speak up, slave!”
In her head, a million thoughts; all of which were irrelevant except ONE…regroup NOW!!!
“Yes, Sir,” she replied.
“the slave is to remain in Inspection until I give further instructions. If she flinches or breaks position my reckoning will be harsh. Make me proud, slave.”
As He walked to His chair, she struggled to focus on Him. Her eyes were still fuzzy. Her cheek was still on fire. Her knees and arms were weak. REGROUP!!!
As He sat down, she looked into His eyes. She could see Him a little more clearly now. She felt a rush of air behind her. What was that? Cologne? Certainly not His. It was growing stronger. Then she felt…a hand…on her ass…and she flinched. As she looked at Him, she knew she was going to suffer. “Very nice.” The man behind her smelled different than her Master. Cigar smoke, vodka perhaps? Focus! Relax! Eyes on your Master! The man’s hands were all over now. They were rougher than her Master’s. The man behind her stopped touching her and she steadied herself. She knows more is coming but has no idea what. Her Master smiled at her and said, “Repeat after me. One.” THWACK! What was that?! A hand, across her ass…HARD. “O-One, Sir.” Her knees buckled. Her left ass cheek stung, burned, and then…tingled. Focus! Regroup! Eyes on Master!
“Did you just flinch again?!” Her Master stood up and walked toward her, stopping directly in front of her. She could feel heat coming from His body. She yearned for His touch to calm her, steady her. But instead, He put His hand on her throat and just above a whisper He said, “Two.” SNAP! OMG, the back of her leg! She buckled; her Master’s grip on her throat tightened. “Three, Sir.”
Focus! Regroup! NOW! “Why can’t you keep still, slave?” Her Master’s eyes were glazed over now. He leaned forward, His beard touching her skin as He whispered, “You don’t deserve to look at me anymore.” Then she felt the man behind her pressed against her. Her Master stepped back but tightened His grip on her throat even more. She felt the man behind her reach around her and blindfold her. She whimpered. She couldn’t speak because her Master’s grip on her throat was too tight. And now she couldn’t see. The man behind her cupped her breasts and pinched her her nipples HARD. She could feel his hardness against her…his breathing was ragged. His hands roamed all over her body. Then she felt teeth…in her neck. She felt lightheaded now. She realized that the ONLY thing preventing her from collapsing was her Master’s hand squeezing her throat. Teeth again. A growl. Focus! REGROUP!!!
THWACK!!! “When I loosen my grip, if you lose your balance I will make sure you hit the ground. Do you understand, slave?”
The grip loosened enough for her to utter the words, “Yes, Sir” with a gravelly voice. The mantra again. Focus! Steady yourself! Regroup! Now! He squeezed her throat once more, then let go. Her knees were wobbly. Her left arm locked on her. The pain was unbearable. Her right arm started shaking. Steady yourself! Her Master must have taken another step back because she couldn’t feel His heat anymore. She could still smell the other man but he was moving around now. She could hear something…what was that sound? Buckles? Squeaking? What WAS IT? The man reached for her hand; she relaxed and accepted. She followed as he led her forward. She counted steps…4, 5, 6…suddenly they stopped. The man firmly took her hands and pulled her forward. Beneath her she felt…a padded stool, maybe? She felt her hands being strapped into buckles. Her Master was behind her now. His hands were rubbing and massaging her ass. She knew what was coming. Or did she? She could hear classical music playing. Had it been on all this time? As she focused on the song, she tried to figure out what it was. Shubert? Mozart? THWACK!!!!
Omg, a BELT! Not what she expected at all! A heavy braided one! Where was the other man? Who the hell hit her with belt? Focus! Steady yourself! THWACK! As the strikes from the belt continue, she feels her Master’s hand in the small of her back and His beard tickles her shoulder blade. It sends an electric shiver up and down her spine. “I am proud of you, slave. How does your ass feel?” She struggles to regulate her breathing. Focus! Steady yourself! “It stings and tingles, Sir” she whispers. “Perfect answer, slave. You’ve earned yourself a happy ending.” Her Master’s hand gently pressed down on her back. Wait, is that…oh God, it IS! As her Master rubbed “The Beast” against her folds, she prepared herself for the click, followed by the buzz. GLORIOUS.
~His Duchess
