Avalyn
"Why were you late? I have told you I hate waiting, pet!" He snapped at me. I crawled and kneeled next to his feet.
"I'm sorry Master, I was cooking for your guests." I whispered, my eyes trained to the floor.
"You were cooking, eh? You kept me waiting for two minutes, pet. The first part of your punishment is that you will not have food for two days." He chuckled sardonically.
"Yes Master, thank you Master." I trembled, willing myself to not cry or he will extend my punishment. Not having food for a couple of days was normal, what feared me was the other half of the punishment.
He picked up my leash and started walking, I crawled behind him, trying to keep up with his pace. The other housekeepers looked at me in pity. No one said a thing, no one could say a word to him.
He brought me in the living room, I could see a lot of expensive looking shoes, they were his guests. He never let me wear clothes, saying he couldn't deny him the pleasure to look at me, yet he called me ugly. He also said it was for easy access. The only thing I wore was his collar and leash, to show everyone that I belonged to him. He found new ways to break me everyday. He abused me, broke me, humiliated me in the worst ways.
It was to the point that I couldn't even feel my wolf. I had not even shifted yet!
"Gentlemen, let the show begin. Punishment position five pet." He ordered me. I quickly crawled to the table and stood up, extending my legs to touch the table legs and bent the upper half of my body to lean on the table. I knew what was going to come and I was terrified of it.
I could hear the sound of the whip snapping in the air, the tears were already forming in my eyes. Soon, the whip met my ass with a searing sting.
"One, thank you Master." I always had to thank him for the punishment.
More lashing met my back, ass and thighs, the sound of leather meeting my skin engulfing the room. I was sobbing badly and I couldn't take it anymore. His werewolf strength was no match for me. I was stronger than a human for sure, but I was also weaker than an omega.
"Please, no, please, Master, stop, no..." I was sobbing but he did not stop.
He stopped after a couple of more hits. I took a harsh, shuddering breath in. Thank god!
"Okay who wants to go next?" He asked.
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