Page 24 of Dirty Dean

“Give me your right arm, Jasmine.”

It’s a simple enough demand. I watch her lookup, fear clear as day in her eyes. Her arm moves and I smile. “Good girl.”

Placing the leather cuff on her wrist, I let the chain snap, pulling her toward the right side of the bed. “Give me the left one now.”

Her entire body shakes, but she complies. Once I’m done with her wrists, I know she will try to wiggle too much. “Spread your legs as wide as you can.”

We are at the foot of the bed, Her front facing the covers and her ass is to me. It’s the perfect position for now. Jasmine moves her left leg for me.

“Wider.” I run a hand along her right butt cheek and then the left. “Good girl.”

I place a leather cuff on each ankle and stand back for a moment. Sometimes, anticipation can be stronger than actions. Walking away from her, I grab some items to play with. We will see how well she does with these starters.

“Head forward. You don’t have permission to turn around.”

Her sniffle is loud, but I keep gathering my items, peeking at her, waiting for her to move back into place. “For every second your head isn’t in the right position, I'm going to spank you.”

That warning gets her moving and I count the seconds. “That was seven seconds too long, buttercup.”

Coming back to her, I place the items on the bed in front of her. “Don’t speak, Jasmine.”

I want her to succeed in being good, hence the warning. It's also a test to see if she follows the simplest of commands.

When I’m met with silence, I smile. Instead of grabbing the ball gag, I pick up the riding crop and run it along her arm.

“You’ll count each hit out loud and ask for another one.” I give her the instructions and continue to move the crop along her body as I come back behind her.

“Your beg should sound like this: One, Daddy. Can I have another one?”

“What…” I smack her left side along her rib cage. It’s a gentle tap but she still gasps.

“No other words but what I’ve told you. Now, count.”

Chapter Fourteen

Iclenchmyeyestogether because I’m overwhelmed. The room is spinning, and I’m out of control. Chris took it from me. He holds it with an iron fist as he waits for me to count his smacks against my body. It’s hard to understand why I’m doing something other than I told you so. I need clarification and understanding.

“One. May I have another?” I whisper and choke on the words. This is all too much for me. Coughing as he smacks my other side, I feel the tears coming down my face.

“Two. May I have another?” My voice wobbles, and he huffs.

“It’s two, Daddy.” He smacks me four times in a row on the top of my left hip. I don’t know if I’m supposed to count to that or what.

“Da… Daddy,” I whimper out as he peppers my back up and down until I yank on the chains holding me in place. “Stop. Please.”

“I see you aren’t going to obey. What a pity, buttercup.” He throws the thing he was hitting me with down on the bed and walks around until I can see him. His hands rummage through the things strewn about. “Ah, perfect.”

The thing he picks up is a ball thing with straps on it. Does that go in me? Oh God. “No. I’ll be good. I’m trying Daddy.” I plead with him but he shoves the thing right into my mouth. If I weren’t so scared right now, I’d realize I called him Daddy and want to dissect why that part makes me giddy inside. There’s too much going on right now.

The ball thing knocks my teeth around a little bit, but it’s not hard. I was afraid the thing would be much worse than what it is. He comes back around and buckles the straps together behind my head. “I told you, no talking, Jasmine. It seems you can’t even follow basic instructions.”

Chris runs his hands along my ribs as he crowds into my back. I can’t breathe and know it’s from the panic rising inside of me.

“When I tell you to do something, you will do it without questioning me.” He growls into my ear and moves his hands upward, cupping my breasts. My nipples turn into pebbles behind my bra, making me whimper as he runs his thumbs over them.

As he pinches them, I scream behind the ball in my mouth. “That’s right. Feel the pain and enjoy it, buttercup.”

He releases them and steps away. My panic is gone but now I feel weird. The ache inside of me is intense, but my mind won’t stop thinking about what Chris might do to me.

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