I wrote this for a scene in an upcoming book (yes, I’m still working on Tears, I promise!!) and it’s ended up being too long, but it was a movie running in my head so I had to get it down.
*It’s unedited, it’s very harsh, and it’s most certainly not romantic. Whether it’s erotic is for you to decide in your own perverted mind 😉
I’m not going to give a lot of background because I don’t want to reveal the story yet. The one thing to know is that Alexa was sent to Livvi’s room to help her bathe soon after she was kidnapped. Livvi wasn’t supposed to talk to her, but she did, and the sentences below are what she said to Alexa. The story is from Livvi’s POV.
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The door opened a few minutes later and Jack walked in. I suddenly remembered I was supposed to be on my knees and I struggled to get there from my position on the floor. I needn’t have bothered. He grabbed my arm and hauled me to my feet.
“Two simple rules! You couldn’t even obey two rules!” He dragged me out of the room and down the hall in the opposite direction of the stairs. A cry of pain came from a door down the hall, and he dragged me towards it. The sight that greeted me as I entered made my knees give way. This time I sank down into a kneel, and I stayed there.
Alexa was stripped naked except for her red satin corset. Her arms were pulled tight over her head, and her feet were almost off the ground. Her breasts hung out over the top of the corset. She looked up at me as I entered and to my horror I saw the outline of a hand print on one side of her face. A thin trickle of blood ran from her lip down her chin, and had dripped onto her breast.
J.S. stood next to her, holding a long thin stick. A cane. A sick dread came over me. Jack abruptly loosened my cuffed wrists and thrust a paper into my hands. I looked down and recognized the words I’d uttered to Alexa. I looked back up in confusion.
“You were told not to talk to her.” J.S.’s voice was cold and flat. “You did anyway. Now she’s going to be punished for your disobedience.”
No! No! The world went a little hazy and I swayed. Jack gripped my shoulder from his position behind me. I wasn’t sure if the gesture was meant to be comforting, but it helped.
J.S. pointed the cane towards me. “Read the first sentence.”
I looked back at the paper. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I tried and stopped, but the horror of the situation was overwhelming me.
“Read that sentence, or I’ll just cane her until you start.”
I took a deep breath. “ ‘Can’t I take this fucking collar off even to shower?’ ”
“Number of words?”
My eyes widened and it took me three tries to count. Even then my voice cracked. “Ten, sir.”
“Count each one out loud.” Without waiting, he pulled the cane back and whipped it towards Alexa. There was a snapping sound as it hit, and a moment later she hissed and went rigid. And a moment after that, a bright reddish-purple line became visible on the skin of her butt. My hands shook so hard I almost dropped the paper.
“Count?” J.S. demanded.
“One – one, sir.”
A second strike landed just below the first, and she hissed and whined and shook in her bonds.
A third strike drew a cry out of her. “Three,” I whispered. Tears started up again. This was my fault. I had disobeyed, and she was being punished. It was so unfair.
On it went, until at last the tenth had landed. She was crying out loudly at each blow, and her whole body shook as it tried to cope with the pain. I held on to desperate hope that it was over now, but I knew it wouldn’t be.
“ ‘I’ll talk to whoever I fucking want to talk to. So, are you going to take this collar off of me?’ ” This time the word count was twenty one. He struck her hard, right below the curve of the cheeks. She screamed. I was so distraught I didn’t give the count.
He pulled back and hit her again. “None of these count, until you give me the number!”
I shook my head, trying to clear it enough to remember. “One!”
By the end of the second sentence, the backs of her legs were striped and she was begging and pleading, her feet scrabbling for a better purchase on the carpet. I was crying, too.
“Please,” I whispered, “Please stop! I’m sorry! I’m so so sorry!”
“Next sentence and word count!”
“ ‘That sounds like a great idea. Come with me. You hate this place, too.’ ” I said the words in a soft monotone. “Fourteen.” Dear God why did I say so much to her?
“Alexa!” the devil incarnate addressed her. She forced her eyes open. “Do you really hate it here?”
Her eyes darted over to mine, then back to his. “No, sir,” she whispered. “I don’t hate it here. I love it here.”
“See?” He turned to me. “She loves it here.” He turned back around and in one smooth motion sent the cane crashing into her butt with the hardest force yet. She screamed long and loud.
“One!” I screamed also, my hands over my ears, the paper crushed between. “Stop it! Please! I’m sorry I spoke! Please don’t punish her any more! Please punish me instead!” I couldn’t believe the words out of my mouth, but neither could I just kneel here and listen to this torture.
There was silence for a moment, broken only by Alexa’s quiet sobbing.
“You think you deserve to be punished instead? Because you said the words?”
I nodded silently, staring at the carpet.
“Perhaps that is the fair way to do it. But as it happens, I love punishing Alexa. Her screams are like music to me. So I’m going to continue to punish her. And if you object one more time, I’ll start from the beginning.”
A cold horror rolled over me. I threw my head up to look at him and shook it frantically. “No, sir, I’ll keep counting!”
He smile that same rictus smile that he’d shown last night. “Let’s keep going.” He resumed the strikes and I called out each one through my sobs. Alexa’s screams rose and fell as the lines across her ass and legs merged into a solid mass of angry redness, punctuated here and there with a thin trickle of blood.
The next sentence was nine words. I’d just called it out with the word count when he walked around to face Alexa. Her head was hanging low and I’m sure her eyes were closed and she didn’t show she was aware he was there. He raised the cane and I started to scream out a warning when one of Jack’s hands suddenly covered my mouth and the other pinched my nose shut, effectively cutting off any sound at all. The cane landed across Alexa’s nipples and she threw back her head and screamed. It was the loudest yet.
Jack’s hand was still over my mouth when he leaned down next to me. “Count. Just count. Nothing else.” I nodded and he released me.
“One.” It was hardly audible. I was going to throw up.
It seemed the rest of the punishment was going to be directed at her breasts. But her head hung so low now and her disheveled hair was getting in the way. J.S. signaled to Jack, who stepped out from behind me and walked up behind Alexa. With one hand he gathered her hair and pulled it back. She struggled feebly but he held it tight, pulling her chin high and clear of the target. And now J.S. struck almost as fast as I could count. She was gasping and choking by the end.
At last, there were only two words left. I said one, then the other, and he laid the last of the eleven lines across her breasts. She was almost unconscious. My tear-filled gaze turned for a moment on Jack, still holding her hair. His other hand, the one closest to me, was hanging straight down and tightly clenched. As he let go of her hair, he relaxed it, then flexed it a few times and I caught a glimpse of the palm. A glimpse of the gouges in it where his fingers had clenched so tight the skin was broken in several places. I looked up at his face. He was trying to appear relaxed, but there was a vein throbbing in his temple that I’d only seen a few times while we were married. Times when he was incredibly upset about something. I stared at it until he turned to me, when I dropped my eyes.
“It’s over. Come on.” He pulled me up to my feet and towards the door.
“Master, what about Alexa?”
“She’ll be taken care of.” His voice didn’t sound as harsh as before, and strangely, I believed him.
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