Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

217. Olivia - Panic I

My heart sinks faster than the Titanic.

Despite trying to be good and obey them, I'm going to be punished. Only because I came. And it's not even my fault. I can't control how my body reacts around them no matter how hard I try. It's not like I want to look like a bitch in heat whenever they touch me, but I can't help it.

What is wrong with me?

Explaining this to them won't be of any help. If they want to spank me, then that's what they'll do.

The vibrator keeps buzzing inside my ass but all that pleasure I felt before it's tainted now, since I know it wasn't meant for me to finish but only for their entertainment. Stupid. I'm so fucking stupid. I hate myself so fucking much it hurts. A lump the size of Everest forms in my throat.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Why do I keep trying to live when it's clear that anything I do ends up badly for me?

"I understand, my Lord." To my relief, my voice comes out steady. Crying will probably double my punishment. Or worse. They will drag me to the shed.

"And how many spankings do you deserve?" Mose asks.

say a lower number than Mose has on his mind, then it can lead to a harsher punishment. On the other hand, if I

I try to

for a long time. How about we go with

and bury my face in the cushion, not wanting

for the pain, but the fingers continue to run up and down my skin. It soothes my fear until I realize something is really wrong with me. Else, they would not punish me for cumming. "Each one of

not trusting that my voice won't break if I try to speak right now. I have a hard time as it is holding back my tears. Even Ansel, who claims to love me, will take part in my punishment. I knew his words were not true, but to know he would deliberately hurt me stings. What did I expect in the end? That he will

messed up. I mistook everything they did tonight with kindness. Because I'm not right in the head. Jason was right all along. I'm stupid. The clothes? The filly? The orgasms? It was all meant so I would break some stupid rule I was never made aware of so they could take everything they gave me away and punish me. Not because they

cares. Not about someone

paddle over my body while I would try to guess when they would hit me next. If I was right more times than not, I

In time, I learned that it helps keep my mind off the pain. Fingers run up and down my pussy. I grimace, wondering if they'll be brutally shoved inside me. The fingers do enter me, but they don't cause me the pain I thought they would. When they move in and out of me, I try not to concentrate on how good they feel but on my fear. More pleasure is forced on me yet I do my best to ignore it. My buttcheeks are squeezed before the first blow lands on the left one.

"One, Master," I say.

approval, letting me know he likes being called Master. He hits my ass again, harder this time, pain spreading all over

of pain produced by the vibrator and Mose spanking me

the third time. It hurts. Not only my body but my soul is in pain as

"Three, Master."

be as cruel as Jason or Carlos, but in a way, it hurts worse because, for some stupid reason, I thought Mose was not like them. That he wouldn't deliberately hurt me. He always had this peaceful expression