Page 79 of Dean's Delinquent

“What if it is?”

She jerks up her chin at me, but her lips quirks with a ghost of a smile. She’s baiting me. Has to be. Reaching down, I tug at the buckle of my pants and make my way back closer to her.

“Then I will disabuse you of that notion. Hands on the desk. Now.”

“And if I don’t?” Already her voice is soft and thick as arousal pours off of her in waves. Minx.

“Now is not the time to be playing with me, Ashleigh. I’m in a rather dangerous mood.”

“Maybe that’s how I like you.”

Reaching up, I tug at my tie and wrench it from my collar. “Then you’ll need this. The walls can only cover up so much, and I intend on making you scream harder than you have before.”

As she opens her mouth to retort, I shove the fabric in, nearly choking her before I force her down onto the desk. Her short skirt rides up the swell of her ass, showing off a dark red thong bisecting her two perfect ass cheeks.

“I have to thank you. This thong is the perfect shade to guide me. I’m not stopping until your ass is this exact shade.”

She squirms, but it’s half-hearted. I can tell by now when she’s merely play acting and when she’s in earnest. Leaning over, I graze the shell of her ear with teeth, sending a shudder through her lithe body.

“You’ve already earned one punishment. Stay right here or I won’t let you come. Do you understand me?”

When Ashleigh nods, I wind my fingers through her hair and wrench her head back just a touch before pulling out the tie. “Words, pet. I will have your words.”

“Yes, Master,” she breathes as her ass arches up to me. “I understand.”

“And will you need this tie? Or can you be my good girl and take this punishment with the grace befitting a Hartwell?”

To her credit, she does hesitate and seems to think it over. At least she should be honest in her response.

“I can try?”

“That’s all I ask.”

Dropping her head back down, I make my way over to my armoire. As far as implements go, I plan to use my belt on her. It’s high time she makes an acquaintance with this bit of leather and how wickedly I can wield it.

But I’m after something else a little different. As much as I’ve played with her asshole, I’ve never forced her to take anything up it. Well, that ends now.

“Since you want to be a little ass,” I grumble as I grab the new plug and some oil. “I’ll make sure your ass remembers today for a while.”

When I show her the plug, Ashleigh has the audacity to grin and squirm in place as if she’s waited for this since we’ve first started playing. She probably won’t feel the same way after the oil sets in.

Pulling the edge of her thong to the side, I drip some of the ginger oil onto her upturned asshole and use the tip of the plug to smear it in.

“Did you know that figging was a rather commonplace punishment at one point?”

“You have to lecture me now?” she whines as she shakes her butt at me.

“If you’d rather I stop and deny you your orgasm, then by all means. But remember, how I manage you is my choice. If I want to impart a little wisdom while driving you to the depths of depravity, then I will do so.”

I rest my palm on her lower back in an attempt to keep her still as I drive the plug forward. “As I was saying. They would cut a bit of ginger and fashion it into a plug. Every time the anal sphincter would clench around it, the burn would be renewed, ever reminding the person of their iniquities. Thankfully, we have oils for such an occasion.”

“Oh!” she cries out as I force the metal past her impossibly tight little ring.

“That’s it, baby,” I groan as I watch the plug disappear millimeter by millimeter into her back hole. “You’ll take me there at some point, but this is your first introduction. Feel that burn yet?”

“Y- yes.” From her tone, I can’t tell yet just how badly it’s affecting her.

Soon, however, her body shudders from head to toe. Almost in. With one final shove, the plug disappears completely, swallowed up inside her with only a metal anchor on the outside to show it’s even there.

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