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.

I say a lower number than Mose has on his mind, then it can lead to a harsher punishment. On the other hand, if I say a higher number, that's how many spanks

I try

takes a minute to think before saying, "Beautiful, if we spank you thirty times, I doubt you'll be able to sit for a long time. How about we go with fifteen and if you haven't learned your

and bury my face in the cushion, not wanting

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 us will spank you five

to know he would deliberately hurt me stings. What did I expect in the end? That he will treat me like a freaking princess just because he can say beautiful lies? In the end, he broke my ribs. He might say he's sorry, but it doesn't mean I believe him. What the fuck is so wrong with me no one cares about

Maybe that was the purpose all along. To make me suffer because I'm 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

cares. Not about someone

game I always played with Jason or Carlos. They would run a belt or a leather paddle over my body while I would try to guess when they would hit me next. If I was right

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

"One, Master," I say.

approval, letting me know he likes being called Master. He hits my ass

pain produced by the vibrator and Mose spanking me keep me well distracted. Good, because

my left buttcheek for the third time. It hurts. Not only my body but my

"Three, Master."

Mose was not like them. That he wouldn't deliberately hurt me. He always had this peaceful expression when he was around me but looks can be