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  Silence overpowered the room, as Amy was forced to lie there and accept the miniscule movement of the plug. Maybe she’d agreed too hastily about her ability to remain still for a couple of hours as Alec documented her image to paper. He had yet to say a word to her and she wasn’t sure if it had to do with his disappointment over her disobedience or if he was just absorbed in his work. Amy knew better than to lift her head and try to turn around.

  She heard the smallest sounds of the brush clinking against the jars and then the slight swish of the bristles against the canvas. It suddenly hit Amy that he might not have turned on the vibrator within the plug if she’d only listened to him, thus enforcing his rule that she be dutiful. Alec was driving his point home and she hoped that he explained to Chad that he administered her punishment, because Amy didn’t want to be on the receiving end of a cane.

  Her clit was now throbbing with the need for relief while her pussy produced spasm after spasm, wanting fulfillment. Her breasts were flattened against the leather, yet there wasn’t enough friction to produce any type of solace to her aching nipples. Amy rested her cheek against the mat. In an odd way, she felt Alec’s care through his discipline and tried to relish in that instead of the absent release that she hadn’t been rewarded with.

  Chapter Six

  Chad leaned against the frame of the bathroom door, soaking up the steam and the vision before him. Amy was taking another shower, at least according to Alec, and water droplets trailed down the frosted door as her blurred image allowed him to see her raise her arms, using her hands to brush the water from her hair. He’d missed a lot by going into the gallery today. Alec had shared with him their morning scene and Amy’s reaction to having James walk in on them. It was a very interesting fact and one that would be useful to them in the future. She was turning out to be exactly what they needed, especially Alec, not that he would admit it yet.

  Shrugging out of his jacket, Chad took a few steps back and draped it over the chair that was sitting in the corner of her bedroom. He then went to work on his blue cuff links and dress shirt, discarding each item one by one. By the time he was naked, his cock was hard as granite and his balls felt heavy. No matter that he needed relief, that wasn’t his intention for what was about to happen.

  In bare feet, he reentered the bathroom and winced as the temperature of the cold tiles seeped into his heels. Chad closed his hand on the silver handle of the shower door and pulled it open slowly. Amy jumped and crossed her arms into an X over her chest as the chill of the air swept over her body. He didn’t immediately step into the shower and close them inside with the heat, but instead, stood there admiring her beauty.

  Amy’s frame was slight, with alabaster skin as white as milk, and ample breasts that overflowed in her clutches. Water hung from her lashes, seeming to magnify the translucent blue of her eyes. Her pink lush lips were still parted in surprise, revealing the pure whiteness of her teeth. What would they feel like if they were to scrape over the tip of his cock? His dick throbbed, craving the warmth of her mouth, but Chad did his best to ignore the desperate need.

  “Turn and face the wall,” Chad instructed, lowering his voice, inferring that he didn’t intend to be disobeyed. “Hands high on the tile, with your lower half a couple feet away and spread wide.”

  Amy sucked her lower lip inside her mouth. Chad knew that she had to be wondering if he was here to deliver a punishment. According to Alec, she’d defied one of his instructions in front of James. That was unacceptable, but they did have to take into account that although she’d been around the lifestyle for years, she’d never actually participated. That didn’t mean Chad would allow her to get away with it, especially since he was the one who usually meted out the discipline or punishment to their subs, but it wouldn’t be severe. He was happy to see that she submitted, although slowly, and faced the tile.

  While Amy got into position, Chad looked around the shower stall. It was large, although not as large as his personal shower, but it would do. They had given Amy her separate space as the first week commenced. He and Alec didn’t want to push her too fast, although Alec usually ended up back in his own bed after doing a scene. Chad was hoping that would change with Amy. Lord knew that his bed was big enough.

  Taking in the items he had to work with, Chad smiled as the scene played out before him. Yes, he thought, he knew exactly how he would discipline her, giving him an idea of how far he could push her limits as well as give her pleasure. This was going to be interesting.

  “I hear we had a visitor this afternoon,” Chad said, finally stepping inside the stall and closing the door behind him. The water was warm, but not hot enough for his liking. Amy was now in position, although she had turned her head to see what he was doing as he reached for the hot-water handle. “Did I tell you that you could see what I was doing? Eyes forward.”

  “I’m sorry, Master,” Amy whispered, although she quickly fixed her gaze on the beige tile in front of her.

  “Alec let you off easy, in my opinion,” Chad said as he tested the temperature of the water. Perfect. He then reached for the back scrubber that was hanging from the showerhead. “Are you allowed to question the instruction of your Dom?”

  “N–no, Master,” Amy replied, her knuckles turning white as she tried to dig her fingers into the unforgiving inlay.

  “Alec and I agree that I am better at dealing with discipline and punishments, which is unfortunate, because I had other plans for this afternoon. But depending on how much of a good girl you are in taking your penance, maybe I will see to it that we can incorporate something more.”

  “W–what is my punishment to be, Master?”

  “I view this as discipline. I happen to be holding a back scrubber, which has a perfect handle for my grip, as well as a wide wooden back for the twenty smacks you are about to receive.”

  “Twenty?” Amy asked, surprise evident in her voice. “I–Isn’t that a b–bit much, Master?”

  “It would have been, if you hadn’t questioned me,” Chad replied, making sure the disappointment was evident in his voice. “To make sure you understand what this discipline is to remind you of, I will add a stroke of the bristles over each smack you receive. Now tell me why I added to your chastisement just now.”

  Amy didn’t immediately reply and Chad could see her ass muscles clench as she realized what she’d just done. He smiled, knowing that it was habit for her to question direction, yet yearning to completely give in and allow someone to make decisions. It was their job to ensure she learned to trust their instruction and after this afternoon, he highly doubted she would question without thinking it over first.

  “I–I questioned your decision, Master,” Amy responded, although it sounded as if she spoke the words around gritted teeth. She was already anticipating the sensations she was going to feel. Chad had dealt out disciplines and punishments countless of times and knew how to keep her on her toes—literally. “It won’t happen again, Master.”

  “After I get through with your ass, you’re damn right it won’t.”

  Chad was well aware that she was standing sideways to where the hot liquid was raining down from the showerhead, thus covering her ass with water. She would feel an additional sting because of this, but that was all right with him. Alec handled insubordination a hell of a lot better than him, and it served Chad to be the one to ensure that it didn’t happen often, if at all.

  Chad adjusted the grip on the wooden handle, making sure his grasp was firm. The way he’d told Amy to position herself, her ass was sticking out as if it was asking for the smacks he was about to deliver. He figured after four, she would try to move away. He smiled in anticipation.

  Without a word, Chad shifted his stance so that his back was directly to the water and then eased himself backward a little more to ensure the water hit her skin. Deciding to make contact with her right cheek first, he brought the brush out and then delivered her first spanking. He contained a chuckle at the squeal that passed her lips an
d nodded his head in gratification that her feet remained in place. Quickly flipping the handle in his hand, Chad lightly scraped the bristles down the already pinking skin.

  “And how many is that, angel?”

  “One, Master,” Amy replied, a tremor in her voice.

  Ahh, Chad thought. It was dawning on her that the different sensations were meant to draw diverse reactions. Spinning the handle, Chad distributed another wallop, but this time on her left cheek. Water splashed upon impact, leaving a pink oval mark to match the one on the right. Again, he spun it around and brushed the soft quills over the mark.

  “Count?”

  “Two, Master.” Amy’s breath hitched as he pulled the brush away from her skin. She was already anticipating another spanking. “I won’t question you or Sir Alec again.”

  “You have eighteen more to go to make sure that you don’t.”

  “Oh,” Amy replied, but it seemed to have multiple syllables.

  Chad alternated between the wood back and the bristles four more times before he noticed her shift her feet closer to the walled tile. He had her count out each one, making sure that she remained in the moment and that enforcement was made. Not wanting to bruise her and knowing her alabaster skin could only take so much in her buttock area, Chad decided to reposition her.

  “What is the count, sub?”

  “S-six, Master,” Amy answered.

  “Fourteen to go, but since you seem to think you’re allowed to move your body without my permission, you are to use the corner seat to place your elbows on and spread your legs until your feet touch each wall.”

  “B–but, Master, I—”

  “Do I need to add more to the fourteen spankings that are left?”

  “No, Master,” Amy replied quickly, shuffling over to the imbedded tiled seat. She placed her elbows down, just as he ordered, but also resting each hand on the opposite sides of her elbows. Shifting her stance inch by inch, she managed to rest the outer part of her foot against each wall, thus ensuring she wouldn’t be able to pull her ass inward. She was picture-perfect. “I’m ready, Master.”

  “That you are,” Chad murmured, taking a moment to admire the pink skin on her ass. Water trailed down her crevice to join what he imagined was her free-flowing juices. Just how wet had this made her? He stepped into the drizzle, reaching out with a finger and sliding it in between her folds. Her thick cream was unmistakable. It seemed as if she was enjoying her discipline, much to her dismay. A stab of envy went through his cock that his fingers got to enjoy her warm pussy. “You’ll definitely have a reminder of your place every time you sit down this evening. Maybe even into tomorrow.”

  Chad withdrew his hand and positioned himself off to the side, reaching up and adjusting the head of the nozzle to aim directly at her ass. When he was satisfied it was at a perfect angle, he lifted the brush and made sure the wooden surface was facing her. Lifting it out, his stroke smacked her right between the crevice of her ass and leg. Spinning the handle, Chad gently scrubbed the yellow bristles sideways across the reddening skin. He then did the same to her other side. Amy would unquestionably feel it when she sat down this evening.

  “Now let’s see if we can match the color of your ass to the back of your thighs. I find a great fascination in the diverse response that I’m sure to get from you. What number are we at now, angel?”

  “Eight, Master,” Amy replied, a slight hint of alarm in her voice. She wasn’t sure what to expect and Chad knew that he would be pushing her limits with these last twelve.

  “Then let’s continue.” Chad quickly deliver four blows to the back of her thighs, two to each before flipping the handle and brushing the bristles in downward strokes before she ever caught her breath. Once he stopped, she let out a moan. He could see a trace of liquid running down the inside of her thigh and knew from the cloudy color that it was her cream and not the water. “Very good, angel. Now let’s finish the eight remaining, shall we?”

  Not giving her a chance to answer, Chad delivered four smacks in a row on her right side. Starting from her buttock down to the back of her thigh, he alternated with the stiff hairs of the brush, although this time in an upward motion. Needing to make sure she was still in the moment and focused on what he was doing, he asked her to count again.

  “Sixteen, Master,” Amy whispered. He could barely hear her over the sound of the shower. She had done well and pride swelled within his chest. Chad swiftly dealt out the remaining four on her left side, following it up with the scratchy sensation of the bristles. Amy practically yelled out the tally. “Twenty, Master!”

  * * * *

  The last thing Amy had expected upon Chad’s return home was an immediate punishment—well, he thought this was discipline. She wasn’t so certain. Why she thought that they would permit her to be disobedient, she didn’t know. Maybe she’d been hopeful, but in an odd twist, she found that having received her punishment had made up for her earlier insubordination. It had been wiped clean. Did her face look like those of the submissives she’d seen at the club who’d received their chastisements? They’d seemed so uninhibited.

  “Turn around and sit down on the tiled seat.”

  The skin on Amy’s ass instantly started to smart, whereas the burn had just started to dissipate some with the heat of the water. He wanted her to sit down now? The guttural noise she heard was her and had come from deep within her chest, yet she never once thought of defying him right now.

  It took her longer than she would have thought to stand up, turn around, and gently place her ass on the tile, which was warm from the heated water. Her buttocks felt as if it were enflamed and someone had just added fuel to the fire. She hissed upon impact.

  “Legs up on the ledge as well, with your heels tucked into your ass. Make sure you feel the pressure. Wrap your arms underneath your thighs. I want your fingers to keep your pussy lips spread open to receive the pleasure I’m about to give you.”

  Amy struggled into place, although it wasn’t easy given the small size of the bench. Once she had her heels secure enough that they wouldn’t slip, she slowly looped her arms underneath her knees and reached down to grab her folds. She was surprised to feel the copious amount of juices her pussy had leaked out. Taking her punishment, her body had stunned her by reacting in a way she hadn’t expected. Her nipples had remained hard, feeling pinched, and her pussy had throbbed in need. Her asshole, having been subjected to a plug earlier, now felt empty. She needed something and now she was given the chance of receiving it. Amy just didn’t know how or if she would be able to withstand the pleasure.

  “Each time you move,” Chad said, removing the showerhead and rotating the nozzle so that the stream was one strong current, “you will go one more day without an orgasm.”

  Amy wondered if he could see her pussy quiver at his words, considering she’d spread her lips to expose her clit and needy hole. The thought of going without an orgasm was almost unbearable, considering that she’d been aroused since she’d laid eyes on them in Ms. Van Camp’s office. She wouldn’t move, not an inch.

  Chad leaned down, his wet black hair reminding her of a raven’s feathers as it dripped water down his forehead. His dark eyes didn’t waver from hers and she wondered how someone could have so much control. Amy couldn’t prevent her gaze from lowering to his cock dangling between his legs. It was long and thick, with a vein bulging out on the side. She wasn’t sure if it was water or pre-cum that gathered in a drop at his wide tip. Amy licked her lips, wondering what he tasted like.

  “Now let’s see how well you do receiving pleasure.” Amy wasn’t sure what she expected, but the pressure of the water totally shocked her and her fingers slipped. “One.”

  The way he said the word, Amy was positive that tomorrow would be hell getting through one of Alec’s sessions knowing without a doubt she wouldn’t be receiving an orgasm. She felt a sob rise up in the middle of her throat, but stiffened her spine in acceptance of what Chad was about to give her. She would accept
what he was choosing to give her.

  Amy slipped her fingers back into her folds and managed to pull them apart, despite her cream and water making it difficult. Her engorged clit immediately received the pressure of the water. Amy bit her lip as she tightened her muscles to keep her in place. She was overcome with sensation as her orgasm rose up instantly, the force of the water from the nozzle unrelenting. Amy toppled and couldn’t prevent the scream that tore from her throat.

  “Again.”

  Chad had yet to remove the stream of water that was directly hitting her clit. The hot water seemed to fuel her orgasm on and within seconds, it carried her through another release. Amy had to throw her head back to keep herself from moving her hands, willing herself to accept his gift. She went over the edge, grateful that he didn’t count that as moving. Squeezing her eyes shut, Amy swore that she saw fireworks behind her closed lids.

  “Do you know what my favorite number is, angel?” Amy wasn’t sure that wasn’t a rhetorical question, but she didn’t think she could answer anyway. He’d yet to remove the jet of water. It was making her clit swell again, as if she were one of those amusement park games where the player took a gun and shot water at a target until the balloon filled with water and popped. “Three. As in you, me, and Alec. Would you like to have a third orgasm, angel?”

  “Yesssss, Masterrrr,” Amy screamed, pulling her folds as far apart as she could for fear of letting go and disappointing him. She also didn’t want to add another day to her sentence.

  “Then come for me,” Chad said softly, but loud enough to hear through the sound of thunder in her ears. Her body tightened as her clit was triggered yet again by the pressure and hot temperature of the relentless water. It stole her breath away. “Good girl.”