Page 145 of M!lked For His Pleasure

“Hucows…”

Smack!

“Don’t…”

Smack!

“Talk.”

The swats freakinghurt.He was not holding back, and Cassandra had never been spanked before. She danced in place as much as she could, trying to escape his hand coming down and utterly failing. Tears wet her eyes, and she blinked to keep them from spilling over, a small sob rising up in her throat at the unexpected assault.

And yet, he didn’t try to cop a feel, and he wasn’t harming her or anything… but the skin of her butt burned where he’d spanked her.

What she did manage to do was bite her tongue against saying anything else. Thankfully. He paused, as if waiting to see if she would, before finally stepping back and letting her straighten up again. Giving her a stern look, he crooked his finger.

Cassandra followed after him, seething a little but also fairly certain another attempt at getting answers would net her nothing but a redder, sorer butt. Not worth it. She supposed that she’d be finding out soon enough—it wasn’t like she’d recognizewhoever it was, thanks to the blindfold. But she might recognize their voice. There had been one man…

Shaking off the thought, Cassandra refocused. It didn’t matter anyway, did it?

Led out into the bright sun, she blinked as her eyes adjusted. There were trucks lined up, open in the back so she couldn’t see a logo or anything.Why does it matter?But it did. She hated not knowing things. Even if the name meant nothing to her, she still wanted to know. It was a personal failing.

The bossy worker led her to an open truck door, and she could see another woman sitting inside on one of the padded benches, her feet in the hay that lined the floor. It wasn’t huge, but there was more than enough for the two of them and even additional women if there were more coming. The walls were ventilated, letting the fresh air waft through.

It was noticing the ventilation that made Cassandra realize how nice the air smelled. Very different from being packed in with a bunch of women and body odor on the ship.

She recognized the other woman, of course. With her bright red hair, she’d been hard to miss. Totally naked, her breasts were tipped with dark pink nipples. Much darker pink than they’d been the last time Cassandra had seen her. Then again, so were her own. The buyers had been very thorough with their inspections.

She wanted to say hi, but she clenched her jaw against it. As much as she wanted to, she didn’t want to get a spanking with an audience even more.

The shy redhead looked a little scared, so Cassandra did her best to smile at her. There. The redhead smiled back, appearing relieved. Good.

Cassandra got onto the bench across from the redhead, ignoring as much as she could the way it felt to sit down on her freshly spanked butt. She didn’t want bossy man to see herflinch. Once she was seated, he put a collar with a little bell around her neck before fastening her in place the same way he had the redhead with a strap around her middle to keep her from moving around.

What was the redhead’s name… it started with an M…

M… M…

Margaret! That was it.

Finished settling Cassie into place, bossy man stepped back.

“You can talk to each other… quietly,” he said, to her surprise. “But if you see any men, no sounds. Unless you feel like mooing. Auction’s almost over, so we should be leaving soon.” He chuckled to himself, apparently finding something about his statement humorous, before hopping down from the truck and heading back to the building.

Cassandra waited until she couldn’t see him anymore before she finally spoke. And then she still whispered. Just in case.

“Do you know who bought us?” She doubted it, but hey, she couldn’t know for sure until she asked. As she expected, Margaret shook her head, frowning.

With a sigh, Cassandra looked around the interior of the truck to see if there were any clues inside. None that she could see. The small bell on her collar jingled as she moved.

“Huh.” Cassandra tried to look down, but of course, she couldn’t see her own bell. The collar was too tight around her neck for her to be able to see the bell hanging from it. She flicked it so she could hear it again, slightly amused. “Cowbell.”

Margaret giggled and relaxed even more, which made her smile. However, the redhead still remained otherwise silent.

“You don’t talk much, do you? What are you here for? Not talking? I bet the Allied Worlds would consider that unproductive.” Unfortunately, her joke fell completely flat as Margaret’s expression dropped to the unhappy one she’d often worn on the ship. Of course, the Allied Worlds didn’t actuallyship people off to the prison planets just for being unproductive—they just didn’t allow their criminals to be unproductive. Hence, the choice between the prison planets, where they’d be useful to society in some capacity or the colonies.

Sure, the colonies meant almost certain death but a productive death. Huzzah. She was perfectly happy to be on a prison planet instead.

“I killed a bunch of toddlers,” Margaret said harshly. Her gaze dropped away, the self-hatred practically emanating from her.

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