Page 17 of Serving Her Sentence

“Just a paddle?” Sean asked, sounding almost skeptical. Yeah, he was definitely not as nice as he pretended.

Damian chuckled. “It's your time she wasted, so feel free to pick something harsher.”

Noelle let out a low moan, her rising anxiety warring with her relief that she and Sean hadn't been late to dinner. She definitely was going to make sure to beearlynext time either man gave her a specific time.

Turning, Damian's gaze locked with hers, and Noelle squeaked, dropping her head. The muscles in her neck ached slightly, so it was actually a much more comfortable position. Well, as comfortable as she could be when she was restrained, bent over, ass vulnerable and lifted up in the air, practically begging for punishment.

A warm hand caressed her ass almost gently, and Noelle tensed, not trusting that soft touch.

“I'm displeased you made Sean wait for you,” Damian said, his fingers curving over her ass to brush over the puckered rosebud of her anus. Still sensitive from being deflowered, Noelle whimpered, more with trepidation than anything else. His finger circled, pressing gently on the swollen entrance. She tried to squirm away, but there was nowhere to go. “Do not be late again, slave. You'll receive one swat for each minute you were late.”

The hand touching her disappeared.

THWACK!

She cried out at the harsh blow. Although she'd recovered from the earlier spankings, she didn't think she had been as improved as she'd thought. That or the paddle was five times as painful as his hand had been.

THWACK!

Tears sprang to her eyes. The paddle he'd chosen was a foot long and about four inches wide, more than enough to punish both of her cheeks at once. The wood bit into her tender bottom, the blow sinking in deeper than her previous spankings. She jerked against her restraints, to no avail.

Four swats later, it stopped, and she went limp, crying piteously. The deep burn from the paddle made her whole lower body feel as though it was throbbing in time with her pulse.When his palm covered one cheek, she jerked instinctively, even though he was just laying his hand down and not actually slapping the chastened mound.

“Nice and hot,” he said, his voice laced with satisfaction. He chuckled as his fingers moved down to her pussy, pushing past the lips and finding the inexplicable dampness, indicating the betrayal of her body. “And wet.”

There was another chuckle off to the side—Sean.

“Is she? Fascinating. I wouldn't have pegged her as a pain slut.”

“I'm not!” The denial burst out as she wriggled in both indignation and humiliation. She hadn't enjoyed any of that—she hadn't! She didn't know why she was wet because that had been nothing but painful and awful.

Both men laughed at her, infuriating her further.

“All evidence to the contrary, little slave,” Damian said, thrusting his fingers inside her. She shuddered as a wave of pleasure rolled through her, despite the hot agony still throbbing from her punished cheeks. His fingers slid back and forth, probing, making her slicker, and Noelle wanted to cry. She didn't understand how she could be so aroused from something so painful. Then his fingers slid out, and she wanted to moan again, this time in disappointment.

“Let's see if she's still wet when you're done with her,” Damian said conversationally.

Noelle moaned as she heard the men moving, switching positions, so Damian was watching, and Sean was standing in place to punish her. She had no idea what implement he'd ended up picking up, and her ignorance made her even more anxious.

“This was your first offense, so I'll go easy on you,” Sean said from behind her.

It was almost reassuring until the first blow landed.

Snap!

She screamed as a line of fire laid down across the center of her ass, jerking against her restraints. Whatever he was using was smaller, thinner, more focused, and, therefore, even more painful than the paddle—especially since it was coming down on already roasted and swollen flesh.

Snap!

Although she hadn't begged while Damian had been wielding the paddle, knowing it would be useless, she couldn't stop the pleas and promises from falling as fast and furiously as her tears. Not because she thought Sean would listen, but because she couldn't do anything else. She couldn't run, she couldn't cover herself, she couldn't do more than wriggle, cry, and beg. So, that's what she did.

Six snaps of the cane Sean was holding.

Six lines of fire laid down horizontally across her ass and the tender backs of her thighs—she'd be hard-pressed to say which hurt more. She was sobbing freely, her tears falling to the ground in front of her by the time he was done. She cried harder when fingers—she wasn't sure whose—tested her pussy and found it sopping wet.

“Noooo....” Her wail was a denial against herself. The fingers pumped once, twice, thrice more, then slid away again, leaving her aching and burning, inside and out.

The sharp pain was already receding to a duller throb, and her tears began to slow somewhat.