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I didn’t have any words.

“I wanted you as much as you wanted me, but you were a kid. My dad’s new wife’s kid. Granted, looking back, I should probably have talked to you about it rather than pretending it didn’t happen, but I had no clue how to handle it myself.”

“I was so embarrassed when you didn’t want me.”

“I know. And I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to hurt you, I just really didn’t know what to do. And then you changed toward me. You stopped coming to my room. We stopped hanging out, lying under the stars. Talking. Hell, everything stopped.”

“I know. It was the only way I could handle it.” I studied his face, his eyes. I wasn’t sure I wanted to ask the next question. Wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer. “What about now?”

“Do you really want this? I mean, all of this?”

I nodded. “I want all of it.”

“Are you sure, Lisa?”

“More sure than I’ve ever been of anything in my life.”

He nodded, the look on his face telling me he was thinking. “Okay. I have to think how to do this.”

“Why not start with right now? You promised to discipline me, Sir. I want you to know that I’ll accept any form of discipline you deem necessary.” My pussy throbbed as I said he words.

“Yes, you are in need of discipline, aren’t you?”

“Desperately.”

Jace stood and checked his watch then gripped me by the hair. “Stand up, Lisa,” he said, pulling me to my feet as he did. I rose, unable to look away from him, the look in his eyes different than it had been moments before. This was Dominant Jace. Disciplinarian Jace.

He tugged me close, his gaze sweeping my body, his mouth at my ear. “So you want to be punished?” he asked, the whisper raising every hair on my body to stand on end.

I nodded, unable to speak, the pull on my hair more painful now.

“You want to be fucked, too, don’t you?”

I swallowed.

“I can smell it on you, Lisa. Now say it.”

“I want to be punished and fucked.”

“You’re a dirty girl.” He pressed his cock into my side.

“Yes, Sir.”

He chuckled. “That was a rhetorical question.”

“Oh.”


“Go have a shower, get yourself cleaned up. Make sure your pussy is shaved bare,” he said, walking to the dresser and opening a drawer. “When you’re finished, you’ll stand facing the wall there and wait for me. Your nose will be touching the wall at all times, understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” I said, watching him as he turned to me.

“Do you know what this is?” he asked, holding up the rattan.

“A cane, Sir?” I swallowed. I knew what it was but had no idea how it felt. Although photos on the internet of the aftereffects of the cane looked to be quite painful.

“Yes, that’s right. If you really want this, then I’ll tell you what will be expected of you. I agree with you that you are in desperate need of discipline. Nothing provides as healthy a result as a freshly caned ass. I’ll require you to report to me weekly, each Friday night before bed, prepared to take the strokes. Seven to start, followed by a good, hard fucking. And just be aware, I’ll be claiming your mouth and your ass as well as your pussy.”

I swallowed, positively dripping. “Won’t it be loud? I mean, I don’t want anyone to hear…” It sounded like a dumb question. Why had I asked that?

“That will be entirely up to you. The cane is quiet but effective. You may not be as quiet as the implement though.” He grinned. “So we’ll start today and continue weekly from there on. Any other infractions will incur other punishments, but this will be scheduled. Do you agree?”

I glanced at the cane and nodded, even though I believed him that it packed a punch.

“Good. Safeword is safeword if you ever truly need me to stop whatever we’re doing, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Go have your shower then assume the position at the wall. I’ll be back to punish you soon.”

“Um…okay.”

He raised his eyebrows. “I believe that will add on a stroke.”

“Oh! No, okay…Sir. I meant Sir.”

“Better. Eight strokes today. Go.”

Chapter 8

Jace

The sight of a beautiful naked woman standing against the wall waiting for me is probably one of my favorite forms of greeting. No, nix that. Hands down, it is the best way for any man to be welcomed into a room. And Lisa’s ass was perfection—as if made for a man to use in the way I would soon be using it.

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