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Chapter 5 - Pushing Boundaries

[Chapter 5] Pushing Boundaries

"I want you up there in position, you have... 5 min."

"Shawn..." She got cut off by Shawn's, stern and deep voice

"Did I express myself incomprehensibly?"

"No, but......"

"You remember what happened about 5 min ago, right?"

"Yes, but....."

"Up, 5 min, in position. Time starts.. now.."

Harper stared at him, turned around, running out of the kitchen, up the stairs and into the playroom. She pulled her cloth off as fast as she could; she knew 5 minutes weren't that much and in case he would be here before she would be ready, hell would break loose. She would suffer as she had never suffered before if she couldn't get in position before her time was running out. Shawn, still sitting at the counter in the kitchen, just looked at his watch. 3 minutes already had been over 2 minutes to go. When he had 50 seconds left, he made his way up the stairs, down the hallway, and as he took the last door to his right and opened it, he saw her just dropping on her knees and she was in position, exactly on the last second.

But she also was in the most perfect position he could think of. Exactly beside the door, down on her knees, sitting on her heels, thighs spread as much as necessary so her knees and shoulders got into the same line, her hands with the palms up lying on her knees, head down, eyes on the floor. He entered the room quietly, just smiling at the sight of her. As he reached the dressers and the wall with all his 'toys', he took out everything he intended to use this evening. He positioned his tools on the bed as near the cross as possible. A flogger, a paddle, a braided dog 'leash' of leather and the cane. He knew Harper hated the cane itself, but he also knew she loved the pain which came with it. As he had prepared everything, he positioned himself in the middle of the room. His eyes still on Harper.

"Come here."

She slowly got up, trying not to struggle. Her head and eyes still down. Making her way to the middle of the room and positioned herself at det hooks on the ground, her face still bent down. Shawn restrained her heads upwards over her heads with ropes, he restrained her with the help of the cuffs on the wrists at her ankles and carabiner on both sides to the hooks on the ground. Harper knew in this position her body was accessible from both sides.

"Ready to push boundaries?" Shawn asked without looking at Harper.

"If you wish, Sir." She answered with a husky voice.

"Oh, I do, bunny. Safe word?"

"Lotus, Sir." Harper just whispered.

He turned around, grabbed her hair and shoved her legs to the side by using his right leg.

"Did I ask you a question?"

"No, Sir."

"So why is it you are still talking?"

"Sorry, Sir."

"What general rules apply to the dungeon, bunny, enlighten me?"

"Rule number one: No talking unless you got questioned."

"Right, next one bunny."

"Rule number two: Always refer to the Dominant with Sir or Master except you are told otherwise."

"Oh nice, bunny, next one."

"Rule number three: Listing the transgressions before punishment."

"Correct, bunny, shall we start? Yes? Then list them, bunny. Oh, and for your information, the funny part of our relationship is up. From now on it is serious, very serious, do you understand?" He said, while tying her up at the cross. He picked up the flogger and turned back to Harper.

"First transgression: I made you kneel in front of me, Sir. Second transgression: I made you beg, Sir. Third transgression: I talked in the dungeon without getting questioned, Sir. Fourth transgression: I missed your title three times, Sir."

"Ok let's see, missing the title, 6 strikes with the cane. Talking in the dungeon, 5 strikes with the cane. 10 strikes for making me beg and 15 strikes for making me kneel. How much do we have now, bunny, tell me?"

"That's 36 strikes, Sir."

"Then let's say 18 with the dog leash and 18 with the cane, what do you think about that, bunny."

"As you wish, Sir."

"Oh, and not to forget, bunny, I don't want a sound coming out of that sweet little mouth of yours understood? If I hear something you add 5 strikes with each."

"Yes, Sir."

Shawn took a few steps back, took the flogger he had laid out. Holding the handle in his left and the leather stripes in his right hand, he let the stripes glide through it and swing it through the air just to make a little noise and watch Harper stiffen by the sound, knowing what was coming her way. He started at her shoulders in a quite pleasant rhythm, not soft but not extra hard either. The flogger made its way to her knees in a fast left/right rhythm and back again to shoulders. He repeated this until he had turned her entire backside into a sexy shade of red. Shawn changed the flogger to the dog leash.

"Little minx, look at me."

"Yes, Sir?"

"I want you to count, mess it up and we start all over again. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

Shawn positioned himself right in front of Harper, in the perfect distance for the dog leash. His left arm lifted and with a loud hiss through the air, the dog leash landed on Harper's left ass cheek, leaving a deep red mark. Harper nearly sank down to the floor, her knees giving after, but she could catch herself halfway down and was standing up again.

"One, Sir." She whispered, tears in her eyes already.

"Good, girl." Shawn said, while his arm lifted again and the next hit landed on her right ass cheek with the same intensity as the first one, leaving a deep red mark on the right ass cheek.

"Two, Sir." The first tear rolled down her cheek, but she didn't break the contact without looking into his eyes. This way she counted out every one of the leaving 16 hits, the last ones nearly unbearable.

"17, Sir." She sobbed, tears streaming down her face. Her back and ass left with bright shining red marks. Shawn standing right in front of Harper, kissing her forehead.

"Never forget your place again, bunny." Shawn cupped her wet and dripping pussy, putting two fingers with one hard thrust deep inside her, pumping in and out, just to get as close as possible to the edge. "So, fucking wet, just for me. And we are just half through your punishment."

"Yes, Sir. Just for you, Sir."

Shawn couldn't resist, and he shoved again two fingers up inside her warm, wet core.

~~~Shawn...POV~~~

As the first strike with the dog leash landed on her ass cheek and I saw the tears in her eyes, I felt my dick getting harder by the minute. With every strike I placed on her ass cheeks, her skin turned into a brighter shade of red and I into a deeper need. I want so desperately to fuck her. So desperately plunging my dick into this wet, tight pussy right in front of me, but I had to wait. I waited for this so long. Thanks to this douche I wasted already 4 years but there were still 18 strikes left with the cane.