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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.

The

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."

I had used on my way out. I think a part of me had hoped he would find me, he had only given me a taste last night and

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hands growing clammy from the anxious nerves I had, not knowing what kind of punishment

it felt. 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

you an option. You can either take five strikes

orgasm."

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 to choose. I was overthinking it and I knew that. He was impossible to read so why did I even try to? The thing was, I desperately wanted an o**sm, if I hadn't been so d***n exhausted last

needy p**y weep would have been a d**n torture. "What will

"The

I would go for. I didn't know if that was a 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 whips of different kinds hung on

look now." He said and I didn't hesitate as my eyes zeroed

hand.

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out. I had read something about the wider the paddle was, the less it hurt. But this paddle 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 it, there was something about the kind

40%

damage, that was a step too far for me. "Get

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I figured I would kneel on, the highest bench was long-ish which I would bend over, making my raised and ready for the paddle. In the front were what I guessed was an armrest. I was flushed and I was sure it wasn't just 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