Stormy Night Publications Publishers of BDSM and Kink Erotica
In this world, there are owners and there are pets.
When twenty-year-old village girl Melsint is purchased for use as a pet by Lord Evston Calex, she soon discovers that she will be shared with his brother, Commander Rocurt Calex. Her strict new owners quickly make clear that they plan to take their beautiful, virgin pet hard and often and they will not hesitate to punish her harshly for even the slightest hint of defiance.
Despite her shame at being treated as mere property, Melsint cannot hide her response to their painful, humiliating chastisements and rough, demanding use of her body. But as her training grows more intense by the day, she is left to wonder if she will ever be more than just a pet.
Author: Marlee Wray
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 46,300 words
Excerpt
“Up on your toes as you bend over the couch, kitten.”
She shivered nervously. “Sir, I think—”
“Kitten,” the commander said more sharply.
She raced to the couch and bent over it, presenting her helpless bottom to him.
He grazed his knuckles over her skin, teasing her, and then pried her globes slowly apart.
“Sir!”
“Quiet,” he said in a low voice. “Do you think you decide which little hole is available for use and which isn’t? You should know better than that by now.”
A sharp little flick of his finger against her ring made her suck in a breath. She squeezed her eyes closed and braced herself. Would he punish her there? In that small sensitive place? He could. They both could. Her heart beat wildly.
“Well?” Master Rocurt demanded.
“Sir?” she murmured.
“Who decides what happens to your body?” he asked, swirling his thumb around her ring.
“You do—you and Master Evston,” she stuttered.
He flicked her hole again, making her whimper. Then Master Rocurt stepped back, leaving her cold and unsure.
“Raise your ass higher,” Master Evston commanded. “Nice and high like a good kitten.”
She rose onto her toes, clutching the couch cushions for purchase.
The belt slapped against her with a sting that lit up her flesh.
“Oh!” she cried out and danced on her toes.
More spanks followed, and they blossomed into explosions of pain.
“Please!”
“Ev?”
“No,” Master Evston said. “She needs a lesson.”
The belt slammed against her backside with a sharp swipe. She screeched several times as the punishment continued, then dissolved into tears, apologizing ceaselessly.
When he stopped, Master Rocurt massaged her scalding rump. “Gorgeous and blood red. Down on your knees now.”
She scrambled down to the floor, sobbing fat tears.
“Kiss it,” he said, extending the instrument of her wretchedness.
She kissed the belt and his knuckles, completely contrite.
“Crawl to your other master.”
She turned and clamored to the lord, tearfully begging his pardon for failing to obey him.
He bent and petted her head. “It’s all right,” he said, rubbing her tears away with his thumbs. “That was a hard punishment. All forgiven.”
“What about the second punishment?” Master Rocurt asked.
“Another time. Go lie over the back of the couch again, Mels.”
Sniffling, she did as she was bade.
“Open her for me,” Master Evston said.
Master Rocurt gripped her scalding cheeks and spread them. She squirmed and whimpered, but didn’t try to escape. She felt her little bottom hole twitch.
