A Dangerous Sub (gxg)

Twenty-One

"I've given you more than enough chances to tell me what you know," Joslyn was annoyed. She fumed, her rapt eyes glared down into the face of the impudent girl.

"And each time I've given you the same answers, I don't know who was responsible for the incident today,"

"Lies," the judge moved away from the girl to get a paddle that sat inside of her box of toys. With the object swinging in her hand she returned to stare down her straight nose at Amberle. The anger she saw dissipated and behind the woman's eyes was just a vapid expression.

"Why do you always insist on being hard to deal with?"

Amberle refused to answer the question.

"Have your way with the silence," Joslyn knelt in front of her. "Every time your hostility convinces me that you're lying I'm going to counter with something that you won't like. I still have your phone and guess what, tonight you get the paddle,"

"You're to count every single smack out loud for me to hear, do you understand?" The woman was adamant about detesting lies.

"Yes, ma'am." Amberle was still very hostile.

"Good, let's get these beads out first."

Joslyn was careful when she bent the girl overworking the beads out. Amberle whimpered, relieved when the toy left her body.

"How many strikes do you think you could take?"

"Ten maybe depends on how hard you hit me."

"Firm enough to leave you in a bit of discomfort for now,"

"How are you sure that I wouldn't find it satisfying?"

The woman arched a brow, "Would you?"

"I enjoy a little bit of pain here and there," Amberle smiled up at her and although the woman was angry she smiled back.

"How about we start you off at fifteen for now?

Joslyn sat on the bed and had the girl crawl into her lap, her rear laid at one end while her head and bounded arms opposite to that. She rubbed the paddle against the girl's bare cheeks and watched Amberle wiggled.

"No squirming, and I want you to count them out loud."

The first one was a gentle tap, a brush on the nice round flesh. The girl found it satisfying, wiggling in anticipation and the woman found herself biting her lip. She forgot Amberle was not meant to enjoy it. But again she repeated the swing of her hand, pulling back when the paddle kissed the girl's cheek. Amberle gasped at the sting, her body tensed above Joslyn's knees.

"Three," She wheezed and the object struck her again. "Shit!" She winced at the fourth and the woman held her hand back, using the free one to soothe the sting of the girl's skin.

"You can always ask me to stop," she taunts but the girl didn't fall for it.

The fifth and sixth smack was harder than the ones before. Upon the ninth and tenth, Amberle was shifting violently against the woman's thighs. Tears brimmed in her eyes yet she didn't beg the woman to stop.

"Oh god, thirteen." She murmured, riding it out until the last one stung her ass into the next week. Joslyn was blown away by the girl's ability to take the smacks nicely, she even continued her massages, smoothing out the girl's red rear. Amberle was quiet though, she didn't say anything at first but when the woman moved her from her thighs she saw the inexplicable look on her face. "What?"

"Why don't you believe me?"

Joslyn frowned. "We've been through this before, you have a history of lying, Amberle and today was serious, "

"Yeah but I'm being honest when I said that I didn't know who it was that did that with the car,"

"Yeah, just drop it,"

"Fine whatever just get these stupid ropes off of me," the girl flared angrily.

"No, I will remove it when I'm ready."

"Please," She begged her voice shaky but Joslyn wasn't having any of the disrespect, in her heart, she knew the girl was hiding something.

"I said no," she brushed past her. "Have a seat and contemplate for a bit and I'll take the rope off when I'm ready,"

The woman was in the process of heading to the shower when Amberle decided to stumble out of the room.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?"

"I didn't give you permission to leave," Jos added.

Before the girl could get to the kitchen she reached out and grabbed her shoulders. Amberle immediately pulled back from her, stumbling back, inevitably falling to the floor, she landed on her rear.

"Please, take this rope off from me." She begged again, tears brimmed in her eyes.

"What has gotten you so worked up?"

"Just get the fucking rope off of me please?" The girl felt powerless and she didn't want to feel powerless, she didn't want to be reminded of that part of her past.

"Please," she said that word often but it was until she mumbled being uncomfortable did Joslyn heed her request. The woman's fingers worked briskly as she undid the rope.
"Are you alright?" She asked the girl.

"Just get it off of me!" Amberle pushed her away when the fabric slipped from her wrists. The woman wrapped her hands around her, pulling her closer to her body to quell her squirming.

"It's okay, it's okay. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you,"

The woman stroked her head, she didn't mean to upset her but she thought Amberle was tough enough to take what she offered, it wasn't extreme at all. She was wrong she thought because the girl's body started to shake. The unexpected tears told the woman that something was more than wrong.
"Amberle?"

"I'm such a fuck up," the girl mumbled and the woman knew the statement held a certain duality.

"You're not a fuck up, you're a good girl despite whatever you think about yourself,"

It was the truth, Joslyn saw it first hand. Amberle was one of those lost souls, the ones who followed friends, losing their identity trying to please others. The girl wasn't inherently bad and that was a hill the judge was willing to die on.
A piece of the woman broke seeing the girl so emotional— she wondered what would've happened if the girl didn't come to her seeking help.