Chapter 7
"Punishment?" his lips fumbled the word and his stomach filled with a mix of both fear and excitement.
"Don't be so nervous Mr. Caito Bello," she gripped a handful of his shirt and pulled, bringing his face to hers, "I'll be gentle."
Releasing him, she turned and headed up the stairs and into one of the rooms. Shayne, still uneasy, knew just enough to follow her. Shayne glanced around the room, about the same size as the guest room only dimly lit by wall lamps, the space void of windows. There seemed to be a number of devices perceptibly for 'punishment' and their abstraction scared him.
"Bed," Olivia ordered.
He hurried onto it, sitting uncomfortably at the edge. She approached him and straddled him.
"No need to be nervous," she stroked his rough chin, "Two wrongs will not make it right."
Shayne stared at her, confused.
"Consent," she smirked, "I won't do anything you don't want. Do you consent to this punishment?"
He nodded, but was admittedly still lost.
"I'm glad," something dark lurked between her eyes, "Hopefully we won't make such mistakes again?"
"Yes ma'am."
She smirked, relishing in the power she had over him, "You learn fast."
She climbed off of him and walked around the bed, debating what to do to him. She walked over to a rack in the corner and looked over her options. She tentatively reached for the riding crop and returned to him, "Bend over."
He positioned himself so he was bent over the bed and then looked to her for approval. She liked that he did that. She ran a hand over his rear, talking to him, "This is a riding crop. You're going to get five hits with it. Count them."
That was all before the first strike landed, shocking Shayne. He inhaled sharply, before exhaling, "One."
The next hit was a bit harder, but expected, "Two."
"Three."
"Four."
"Five." That was the hardest one, and after the pain left Shayne's rear was left tingling.
"Good boy," Olivia rubbed his ass, messaging it, "Are you okay?"
He nodded.
"Well alright," she returned the riding crop to its place on her torture wall. "I'll be in my office."
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