Page 92 of Brandishing Beginnings

When he finished with his hand, he tapped her thigh and she crawled off his lap. Nico stood up and went into the closet. He rummaged around in there for a few minutes before he found what he was looking for and came out—a cane held in one hand and a pair of handcuffs held in the other.

A low whimper escaped Maya’s lips as she took in the items in his hands. Yeah, Dagger might hate punishing her, but he would still do it thoroughly so she’d never forget their rules again. A shiver ran down Maya’s spine and I shifted in my recliner, waiting for her to break another rule.

She kept quiet though and stayed still while Nico cuffed her wrists together, then pulled her arms up toward the headboard. He grabbed a length of chain they kept attached to the backside of the headboard and pulled it through the space between the headboard and mattress. He quickly attached the end of the chain to the loop between Maya’s cuffs with a small carbineer.

“Are you going to be a good girl, or do I need to tie down your legs?” Nico asked.

Marcos moved from the wall he’d been leaning on and walked over to the nightstand. He pulled a length of rope from the drawer and tossed it on the bed. “She doesn’t get to make choices tonight.”

Dagger didn’t need to be told twice, he wound the length of rope around Maya’s ankles and tied them tightly together, before he pulled on the rope and yanked her body down the mattress, pulling her arms tight, and tied the rope to a hook under the bedframe.

Maya couldn’t move, and she didn’t make a sound, while Dagger stepped back and surveyed his handiwork. Maya’s back rose and fell with each breath, as she panted, her skin pebbled with goosebumps.

Dagger rounded the foot of the bed and climbed up on the mattress from the side. Maya turned her head to face him and waited, while Dagger stared down at her, while he kneeled next to her on the mattress. “You will count these after each hit, and when I’m finished with all ten, you will thank me for your punishment.”

Maya nodded and kept quiet.

The cane in Dagger’s hand was red with a black leather handle, it was a quarter inch thick and made of fiberglass. It was designed for pain and punishment. Just what Maya needed.

I shifted in the recliner, adjusting my very hard cock beneath my jeans. Maya hated the cane with a passion; she could never handle it without using her safe word. I wondered how many whacks Dagger could get in before Maya called him off.

Without warning, Dagger brought down the red cane in a fast crack against her flesh. Her ass jiggled from the impact, the line of red flesh bloomed immediately, and Maya let out a whoosh of breath in a loud gasp. “One, I’m sorry sir.” Her voice was choked with pain already.

I undid the zipper on my jeans and pulled out my cock, stroking myself while I watched Dagger hit Maya again with the cane. “Two. I’m sorry sir.” Even from across the room I could see the tears falling down her face.

The next hit, Dagger landed to her upper thigh, leaving a nasty red welt across the tops of both thighs and making her cry out between clenched teeth. I gripped my cock harder.

“Three. I’m sorry sir.” Maya’s voice cracked at the end of her apology.

Marcos shifted from where he was standing against the wall, making me wonder if he would intervene. Marcos only crossed his arms, though, and settled back in.

Dagger rained down two fast blows, making Maya cry out. Her breath caught as she sobbed. “Four, five. I’m sorry sir.”

Her ass was bright red, as were the tops of her thighs. I wondered how much longer she had in her.

A coat of sweat clung to Dagger’s forehead and he wiped it from his brow before he hit her with another smack of the cane—this time to the middle of her thighs. She jolted and arched against the bed, as much as she could while restrained and sobbed loudly.Dagger didn’t wait for her to count. He gave her another fast rap of the cane, this time lower, to her calves.

She shrieked in agony.

I waited for the safe-word to fall from her lips. She sobbed uncontrollably, her breathed ragged, but still no safe-word.

Dagger gave her a minute to sob. He didn’t try to sooth her or rub away her pain, he just let her sob into the mattress.

“Six, seven.” Her voice was muffled and thick with tears, but even I heard from her across the room.

“Good girl,” Dagger murmured, his voice low. “Three more.” He struck her again to middle of her ass.

“Eight. I’m sorry sir.”

Dagger rained down the last two blows in quick succession.

Her screeching yells that pierced the air, had me pausing mid-stroke of his cock. We’d never heard Maya wail in pain like that before. The soul crushing agony in those yells would stay with me for a long time.

Dagger didn’t wait for her counts, nor did he wait for the thanks he had demanded from her, instead, he tossed the cane to the floor and pulled his pocket knife from his jeans and quickly sliced through the ropes around Maya’s legs before he pulled out the keys to the handcuffs and uncuffed her.

He slid down on his side, on the mattress next to her, and pulled her into his arms. “Shh,” he murmured, rubbing her back. “You did so good, baby. Sucha good girl.”

I felt my cock soften, knowing our girl was in pain. I tucked my dick away and stood from the chair. I turned to the door as Marcos pushed off the wall with a booted foot. I followed Marcos out the bedroom door and into the hallway.

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