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Chapter 91: Get On The Bench Chapter 91: Get On The Bench Angelia

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I felt myself relaxing on a lounge chair on the deck, overlooking the compound. It was idyllic, like the kind I envisioned heaven would look like with the sun shining, birds chirping, tall trees and healthy green grass as far as I could

I see.

After a few minutes laying in the sun, I grew hot. The little dress I wore was too much clothing for my heated skin. Looking around to be sure I was alone, I took off my clothes and was left only in a bra and panties which was basically the same as a bikini so it wasn't wholly indecent. I applied sunscreen to keep my sensitive skin from burning and slathered some of the sun protection factor on the few moles I had in my rib cage along with areas where the skin was thinner like my chest. and neck.

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book I had chosen was an old classic that I hadn't read in a while, I got lost inside the page and fell into the world of old-fashioned words and etiquette. I forgot my surroundings until a shadow fell over me, startled, I looked up and stared right into Kingston's seething eyes. "Didn't you get enough punishment last night? Because it looks like you are begging for more." His words were clipped and angry.

"What have I done now?" I asked but I knew the answer as soon as his eyes dropped down to my body.

His gaze burned my skin hotter than the sun ever could.

"No one is around." I said, suddenly growing defensive. Not defensive but anxious. He didn't hold back when he punished me.

"But you didn't notice me." He pointed out and made me wonder how long he had been here with

me.

"Get your a***dressed, present it to me in the playroom."

and easy to get lost in so I was careful to use the same way in as I had used on my way out. I think a part of me had hoped he would find me, he

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clammy from the anxious nerves I had, not knowing

I still felt a slight burn in my groin from having to spread my knees so far but I was getting used to it. Kingston made me wait for longer than I would have liked, building up the dread and suspense. He gave me time to come up with several things he could do to me, making me shiver in anticipation. The door opened behind me and closed, sending a whoosh of air across my naked body. "Hmm, so you can follow orders after all." He said, his black leather oxford shoes stopped in front of

will give you an option. You can either take five strikes with my favorite paddle or

orgasm."

done but I knew that I wouldn't get off that easy. No, if he gave me an option between an o***m or paddling, the paddling would hurt badly. He must see them as equal punishment or else I wouldn't have gotten the option

p**y weep would have been a d**n torture. "What will it be?" He prompted,

"The

good or a bad thing. He left me in my position on the floor, I heard a sound like he was taking something off the wall which was probably what he was doing, seeing as many of the paddles along with

now." He said and I didn't hesitate as my eyes zeroed in on the leather

hand.

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wasn't one of the wider ones, it also had small holes in it, something that would help him hit harder. I suppressed a whimper, almost regretting my choice but I wasn't though, I knew I could handle

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it didn't fit me. Although, I definitely wasn't into any type of pain that could give me permanent damage, that was a step too far for me. "Get on the bench." He nodded at what I could only guess was a s**ing bench. The whole thing

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my cheeks that were bright red as I bent over the furniture, knowing he could see every part of me. It wasn't like he hadn't seen it before but this position made me feel more vulnerable to him. Tensing, I sensed him moving behind me, getting closer and closer. That damn paddle was stuck in my mind, teasing me and tormenting me with what was to come. I tensed further when I