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She isn’t really sure how long she waited like this. Legs spread, tied to the hidden loops on the legs of the table. Her feet still in stiletto heels. Her wrists tied together and then fastened under the table. Miranda had said something about tea, about a 30 minute contemplation moment and Andréa really did wonder if more than an hour had passed already.
“Your ass looks beautiful in those lace thongs, my love”
Miranda says closing the door behind herself with a soft click, then the sound of the lock being engaged.
“Have you had time to stew, my darling?”
Miranda asks, she walks around so she’s in front of Andréa , sits down with a small huff on her office chair and stares at her as Andréa averts her gaze.
“Yes Miranda”
“And the conclusion is?”
Andréa swallows the lump in her throat. Blinking rapidly to try to push her tears back.
“That i’ve been bad, and disappointed you.”
Her voice shakes terribly as she says it out loud. Her chest aches in shame.
“That is correct, and what do we say when we have been bad?”
Miranda asks, caressing Andréa’s cheek with the back of her fingers. The touch gentle and careful like she's trying to not alert a caged animal.
“Please teach me to be better, Miranda”
“Good girl”
Miranda leans forward to place a kiss on Andréa’s forehead, then on her lips. A promise and a warning all the same.
“There is going to be three stages to this punishment. First I’ll edge you, maybe ruin a couple of orgasms for you. If you do well enough that is. Then you’ll get a break. After your break I will cane you. And I expect you to tell me if it hurts beyond what you are capable of receiving. Am I making myself crystal clear?”
Andréa takes a couple of deep breaths listening to the instructions. Her body already trembling in fear, or adrenaline or both.
“Yes Miranda I understand”
“Good girl, after your caning you’ll get a second break. After that break you will kneel by the door. Arms behind your back, in whichever way you find comfortable. And you will rest your forehead against the floor. You will listen to me and not say a word until spoken to. You will then listen to me pleasuring myself. And you won’t be allowed to see or look. Only listen. Do you understand?”
Andréa nodded her head. tears already flowing down her face at the cruel punishment.
“I understand Miranda, I’m so, so sorry- I-”
That is enough, it is time for your punishment to begin”
“Yes Miranda”
Miranda stands up, the tips of her fingers ghosting over naked skin and lace lingerie, Andréa shivers at the gentle touch.
“Breathe for me”
Miranda orders, thumb rubbing gentle circles on tense back muscles.
Andréa takes a couple of ragged breaths. Tears still falling blurring her vision. She isn’t even sure what noises she’s making but, she must sound pitiful.
“Andréa my love, are you scared?”
Miranda asks gently. She moves back so she’s in front of her again. carding her hands through Andréa’s hair, scratching with her nails to calm the younger woman down.
Andréa nods, bottom lip quivering.
“Look at me” Miranda encourages
Andréa huffs a frustrated breath of air, before looking up at her. Instead of cold ice she is meet with a gentle warm ocean.
“You are my brave girl, can you handle it?”
Miranda asks, gently. Voice low and soft. Right hand still in her hair, soothing.
“Yes, I want to- I-I’m just so upset with myself”
“I know darling, but you can serve your punishment for me, can’t you?”
“Yes, i’m sorry- yes, please do it”
“Brave girl”
Miranda leans down to give Andréa one last kiss, before moving behind her again. Gentle fingers easing thongs down, not far, just enough to gain access.
“Mm, nice and wet”
Miranda hums, satisfied.
Andréa isn’t sure of what toys Miranda inserts into her. Just feels them inflate slightly and then buzz to life. It rips a strangled moan from her. A whimper and a whine too. she does feel extra full. Her panties are moved back. And Miranda moves in front of the desk again to sit in her chair.
“Interesting toy, this”
Miranda says, she plays with a remote controller in her hand, dials and colored buttons of different shapes, and blinking lamps.
Andréa looks at her, sees the smirk and feels fear grab her.
“What did they call it again? the- bitch breaker?”
Miranda feigns confusion, her genuine sadistic grin betraying her in that very moment.
“See, it can be inflated, deflated, electrocuted- can even tell when you get too close to cumming, and dials it right back to stop you”
Andréa gasps, feels it start to burn and inflate further. She tries to move, tries to make it stop in pure panic.
“See that, that happens when it needs to reel you back from coming to close. Fun isn’t it?”
Andréa feels her eyes shake, her lip tremble. Miranda caresses her face gently. Soothing the panic in her eyes.
“You’re my brave girl”
She says softly and Andréa nods. The pleasure is driving her insane. It's like her personal hell confined to that controller. Like it can read her body better than her own mind can. She feels her orgasm build, feels it starts to leak out of her and just in that moment the punishment begins and she whimpers in dismay. In pure torment.
“Yes Miranda”
She sniffles, arms and legs still trembling.
“Don’t worry my love. the timer is set for an hour. After that you’ll get your break”
“Okay”
Miranda’s hands are gentle as they caress across Andréa’s arms. Soothing her through her punishment. Andréa isn't sure how many times she reached the edge, too many to count. Miranda smiles at her, gentle and soft. Andréa is sure she must be crosseyed in overstimulation and denial at this point. Her mind can't even comprehend anything else than the soft caress of Miranda's fingers on her restrained arms and the torment in her holes.
“You are my brave girl, aren’t you?”
Miranda says soft, barely above a whisper.
“C-can I suck?”
Andréa asks softly, Miranda smiles at her, her entire face softening.
“Of course my darling, finger’s okay?”
Andréa nods her head, lifting her head and opening her mouth, sticking out her tongue as Miranda taught her. Feels pride well up as Miranda blinks at her slowly in pride.
“Good girl, my good girl”
Miranda praises, teasing her by running two fingers over her lips, slowly. Before finally putting her fingers in her mouth. Andréa waits patiently, mouth open as fingers press back against her gag reflex making her lurch.
“Go on, suck”
Miranda says and Andréa moans as she closes her lips around those perfect fingers, tasting the jewelry, the hand cream. Tasted Miranda. The fingers ground her, makes it easier to breathe through the torment. Miranda’s other hand adjusts Andréa’s long hair, moves some of it behind her ears so it won’t obscure her beautiful eyes.
“You’re almost ready for your break, my darling”
Andréa nods, whining as Miranda withdraws her fingers from Andréa’s mouth and turns of the toys. She stands up and moves behind Andréa again. Andréa feels her entire face burn in shame as Miranda retrieves the soaked toys. She’s so wet they practically fall out of her. Miranda unties Andréa's ankles, and wrists and then guides her to sit on the mat by the couch.
“Don’t get too comfortable, your punishment is spent on your knees”
“Yes, I- sorry Miranda”
Andréa splutters, quickly adjusting so she’s on her knees instead of on her butt.
“Look at me”
Miranda orders and Andréa lets her eyes move from the floor up to Miranda on the couch.
“How are you feeling?”
Andréa shuffles closer.
“Tired, horny”
She admits.
“But not as scared”
She continues and Miranda looks relived. she snaps her fingers and points to her lap. Andréa puts her head there. Feels herself melt into her lap. Miranda hands her a bottle of water which Andréa is quick to devour
“You may rest until you are ready to continue”
Miranda says gently, caressing over shoulders and neck that press into her touch.
“Thank you, Miranda”
Andréa isn’t sure how long has passed when she sits back on her heels again. Determined.
“I’m ready to continue” she declares, head bowed in submission and Miranda hums.
“Go stand in the centre of the mat”
Andréa obeys in silence, gnawing on her bottom lip. She’s never been very good at corporal punishment.
“Hands on your head, do not move them”
Miranda orders and Andréa puts her hands on her head.
“You may not speak, except for thanking me after each hit, do you understand”
“Yes Miranda”
it starts slow, tapping that grows firmer until it is reeled back and it burns across her ass.
“Thank you Miranda”
“Keep your knees straight” Miranda says and Andréa steels herself.
The lashings grow in strength, speed and it’s almost impossible not to move at the pain.
She feels it hit her thigh
“Thank you Miranda”
Feels another hit her across her lower back
“Thank you Miranda”
Back to her butt
“Thank you Miranda”
She isn’t sure how many she has taken, but her entire backside hurts. Burns hard and deep.
“On your knees”
Miranda orders and Andréa drops without needed to be asked twice. Andréa feels Miranda’s hands on top of hers, still on top of her head. Feels her give them a gentle but reassuring squeeze.
“On your hands and knees. I’ll fetch you some ointment for your bruising”
“Thank you Miranda”
She is gentle as she applies the ointment with a finger. Making sure to add some kisses as Andréa sniffles.
“You did good, much better than I expected”
Andréa nods, that is a relief. Her arms shake from the adrenaline as the pain dulls out from sharp stings to a dull throbbing.
“I was scared of disappointing you more”
Andréa admits.
“You did very well, my love”
Miranda assures her.
“I don’t need another break, I can sit facing the door like you instructed right away”
Miranda hums, contemplating. tracing the welts with a finger.
“Go a head then”
“Thank you”
Andréa moves over so she is facing the door. she spreads her knees and holds her right wrist in her left hand. leaning down so her forehead is resting against the cool surface of the hardwood floor. Miranda presses lightly on her lower back adjusting her position so her ass is more on display. Before retreating. Andréa can hear her fetch something from one of her desk drawers.
“Remember, you may not speak, not to beg or apologize until talked to”
“Yes Miranda”
She hears Miranda get comfortable on the couch, hears the sound of a vibrator being turned on, the speed adjusted and soon the room is filled with her lovers moans and sighs. Andréafeels her chest ache. Miranda whines behind her, breaths shallow as she comes with a content sigh. Andréa feels tears burn her face as she cries at the sounds. She’d do anything to please her, anything to be allowed to worship her. Feel her orgasm in her mouth, on her tongue. She isn’t sure how much time has passed when she realised she’s sobbing and the buzzing stops, Andréa feels Miranda’s hand is on her back.
“Turn around darling”
Miranda says and Andréa does, she keep her eyes on the floor, hands firmly behind her back, still on her knees. Miranda places a hand under her chin, tilts her face up so their eyes can meet.
“Your punishment is over”