"Shit."
Derek's eyebrows arched so high they almost got lost in his hair. Did she just...?
Her expression of panic was comical as Amelia squeaked in terror at whatever she saw in their expressions. Her attempt to flee was hindered by the chain around her neck, and, in a last ditch effort, Amelia hid behind his back.
Laughter bubbled in his chest as he turned to grab her only for Amelia to scurry in a circle to avoid him.
"Little slave," he murmured, somehow projecting that low, even tone so that she could clearly hear him over the crowd. "What was that word I just heard exit your pretty little lips?"
Her fingers scrabbled at his back, the sensation like if someone held a rabbit there.
Derek just barely heard her whispered apology, even as she attempted to evade him.
But the game of cat and mouse was over. Time to catch her.
The next time they turned, Derek kept his arm still, the hand holding her leash staying put while she attempted to turn. A small squeak escaped Amelia when the chain ran out, tugging her to an abrupt stop.
She stared up at him like a deer in headlights, frozen as he laid his hand gently on her cheek.
"Do you have anything to say, little one?" he asked.
Amelia's eyes slid to one side. When they lifted to meet his again, a light shone in them that he'd never seen before. And as a grin slid across her face, a little nervous anticipation rose in his gut.
"Sir?" she said, her gentle tone not matching the maniacal expression. Her teeth flashed, and she recited in a bouncy singsong voice, "Fuck, shit, pussy, ass, motherfucking damn bitch!"
Derek's mouth dropped open, just as Freya bust out laughing. "What the hell?" He rounded on Freya. "What the hell did you do to my sweet, compliant sub?"
Freya just shook her head, clutching her stomach. "It's a TikTok, Derek," she wheezed.
Derek stared at his giggling sub before wrapping the chain tighter around his fist and grabbing a fistful of her hair for good measure.
Her laughter died.
"And you?" he asked dangerously. "Where did you learn that song?"
Amelia clamped her mouth shut, shaking her head as much as she could.
"Oh?" he said. "Going to be stubborn?" A devilish grin of his own crossed his face. "I think I have something for that."
***
Amelia didn't regret it.
Giggles bubbled every time she recalled the flabbergasted look on Derek's face. Of course, now... she reviewed her position, strapped ass up to a table. It might not have been her smartest decision.
Derek had removed her panties before contorting her into this exposing position, and although he was acting within her set of limits, her face still burned with embarrassment for how completely on display she was.
Derek had asked her if she wanted to watch a scene. It appeared, for her sass, she was going to be starring in one instead. Amelia squirmed nervously, trying to see what he was doing back there. A stinging slap to her rear made her freeze.
"Be still."
Heart racing, she obeyed. Amelia focused instead on some deep meditative breathing to relax her muscles and slow her mind. She was beginning to drift in a gentle daze when Derek waved something under her nose. Amelia blinked repeatedly and pulled back as much as she could from the stinging scent.
"What--"
"This is ginger root," he explained with a sadistic grin. "What you're about to experience is traditionally known as a figging."
Amelia's eyebrows knotted as she stared at the yellowy root that had been peeled, scored, and carved into something of a cylinder. Was he...?
Derek stroked her hair back. "So here's what's going to happen. I'm going to begin, and then you are going to tell be exactly who you heard that song from."
Amelia's jaw clamped shut, eyes narrowing. She wasn't a snitch.
Derek just laughed at her expression and moved out of sight.
What was he doing--
Amelia's spine stiffened as she felt something cool press against her back entrance. She squirmed, mouth opening to protest.
"Something you want to tell me, slave?"
The rebellious fire that had been burning low flared to life, and in defiance, she arched her back, presenting her bottom for punishment.
His low chuckle--and the knowing looks of the people around them--worried her.
Derek pressed the root into her backside, and she struggled not to squirm as the foreign object was inserted into her. But while uncomfortable, it wasn't really punishing--
Amelia's eyes widened, mouth parting as the first sting made itself known. Her bottom clenched to douse it, and she almost screamed as the sensation quadrupled.
"Wha--what--" she stuttered, squirming as she attempted to escape the sensation.
Derek moved to the side of her, to where she could just see him out of the corner of her eye. Stroking her back, he told her, "It will only get worse if you clench."
Amelia panted, at a loss as to how to fight the swarm of bees stinging her.
"And now for the hard part," Derek continued.
Amelia twisted desperately to see what else had in mind.
"Remember to relax," he said evilly as he swung the paddle squarely against her backside.
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Broken Submission
Romance"Sh..." he murmured, stroking her hair. She nuzzled her face into his hand, eyes closing in bliss from the simple contact. "You've been a very bad girl, haven't you?" She nodded immediately. His hands stilled, and her eyes popped open. "Yes, sir...
