Anne's Courage [Le Club 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Skye Michaels Page B

smack her butt. It was a little game they played. She would never admit she liked the sharp stinging slaps on her bottom, but from his position, he could plainly see the effect they had on her. They invariably caused her pussy to gush hot cream, as did the smack he had just given her. “Remember, sub, no coming without permission.”
    “Please, no, Master,” she whined as she backed her bottom up into his hands. As he continued to fondle her wet pussy with one hand, he uncapped the bottle of cherry lube with his other hand and doused the butt plug that was waiting on the bench. He squirted some lube onto his busy fingers as well as onto her cute little pink butthole. Her head popped up, and she looked over her shoulder at him with a frown.
    “What are you doing?” That earned her another light slap on the bottom.
    “Who are you addressing, sub?” He always had to remind her to maintain protocol during a scene.
    “What are you doing, Master ?” she gritted.
    “I am expanding your anal muscles as well as your horizons, sub,” he replied as he inserted one finger into her ass and began to stretch the sphincter muscle in preparation for inserting the small, pink butt plug. He knew she would resist this as he had made little forays in this direction before. He was sure she would love it when all was said and done, but Paula was not always one to jump right on the bandwagon for something new, especially when that something took her outside her comfort zone.
    “Master, I don’t think I want to do—”
    “Silence, sub! I am the Master, and I will decide what we do. You forget yourself.”
    “But...”
    “Unless you want to use your safe word, I don’t want to hear another word out of you,” he said with menace in his voice. He knew she probably wouldn’t use the safe word for something that merely made her uncomfortable. The consequences were too dire, an immediate end to the weekend and a trip home in disgrace. The house safe word, “Magnolia,” was a sacred institution. As soon as it was uttered, all activities between them would stop dead.
    “Trent, I really don’t—”
    “That’s it. I have been entirely too lenient with you, sub, probably because of what happened that first weekend. I haven’t wanted to spank you again so soon. Your job is to obey your Master’s orders, not to try to ‘top from the bottom,’ which is your consistent habit. Your ass is mine, to love or to punish as I choose. And right now I choose to punish it,” he said as his hand came down on her bottom with a resounding crack, quickly followed by two more sharp swats.
    She yelped as a shaft of excitement ran from her sore butt directly to her hot core. He ran his hands over the red marks on her bottom, soothing them, then pushed two of his fingers into her creamy channel, plunging in and out several times. He inflaming her drenched pussy before he delivered two more sharp slaps. “Now, are you ready to obey? Or does your ass need more remedial attention?”
    “No, Master...” Two more quick slaps rained down on the upraised bottom. “I mean yes, Master, I will obey,” she squealed.
    “Good choice, sub. Now relax your butt muscles and push back into my hand when I insert the plug. It will go in a lot easier that way.” He could see she was still resisting, so he gave her butt another light slap as a reminder. He spread her butt cheeks and touched her pink asshole lightly. Running his finger around it, he spread more cherry lube then put the plug up against her little star opening. “Remember, relax and push back,” he reminded her. The plug was seated securely in her ass, the unique shape intended to keep it inside once it was placed behind the ring of muscle at her opening. He palpated the plug to be sure it was properly in place, and she groaned.
    “Does it hurt?” he inquired in concern.
    She thought about it for a minute and said, “No, Master. It feels strange. My ass feels really full.”
    “Okay then, let’s