fairly sure of what would happen next, so when he handed the
glass to Rose, he didn’t take his eyes off her. That was when he realized she was
crafty, as she waited until he pretended to look away, with the full intention of
looking back instantly, to do what he had been expecting: she threw the glass at him.
Sometimes it was the glass, sometimes it was just the water, but the ones who threw
the glass were his favorites. Most of the time, like now, he was actually able to
catch the glass, as the girl went running past to try to open the door. Leo put the
glass down, and took the three steps necessary to grab Rose, who was screaming bloody
murder. She only screamed for the tiniest of moments, though, before Leo’s right hand
was once again across her mouth.
“Think, Rose,” he murmured into her ear. “Do you really want to be gagged again?”
Rose sobbed, and shook her head.
“Will you be quiet, then, sweetheart?”
She nodded, and he removed his hand from her mouth.
He put his arm around her shoulders, as if in a friendly way, and led her, hesitating
only a little bit in the knowledge of her necessity, back to the living room. “I’m
going to show you what you just earned, Rose,” Leo said. “You’re going to be frightened,
and that’s exactly the way I want it. Look at my bag, Rose. Do you see the outside
pocket with the zipper?”
“Yes,” Rose said, in a mousy kind of whisper.
“I want you to go over to the bag, and open up that pocket and take out what’s inside.”
Rose shook her head violently.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Leo said, “I know how hard it is. But I promise you that if you
don’t do as you’re told, you have much, much worse coming.”
With a little sob, Rose took the two steps to the bag and knelt on the floor. Leo
watched her unzip the pocket that had the anal punisher in it. He pulled his phone
from a pocket in his shirt, flipped the camera on, trained it at Rose, and started
the video. This was the kind of thing that an owner would always be grateful for,
as well as being a staple of training.
As if on cue, when Rose reached her hand into the pocket, she gasped, and pulled her
hand out again as if she had been stung by a scorpion. Her cheeks flushed crimson.
“What is it?” she asked, turning to him, with a pleading look in her eyes.
She saw that he was taking a video, and she said, “Oh… no… please…”
“Your owner is going to enjoy this video very much, Rose,” Leo said. “If you haven’t
already figured it out, it’s your owner’s pleasure that I’m concerned with.”
“What is the thing in the pocket, Master?” she asked again, pleading with him to end
the mystery that was causing her fear.
“Take it out, Rose, and look at it, and I’ll tell you.”
She pulled it out. It was made of black rubber. It was long, and bulbous, and very
thick.
She gasped again when she saw it.
“I think you know what it is, Rose,” Leo said. “Tell me, where do you think I’m going
to put that in a few minutes?”
“Oh, no…” she cried.
“Never had anything like that up your butt, Rose?” he asked casually. “Ever put your
little pink vibrator up there?”
Her blush, which had faded slightly, returned even redder.
“Tell the truth now, Rose,” he chided. “I know you’ve been lonely for the last few
months, since your divorce. Lonely girls get up to all sorts of tricks with their
vibrators, don’t they? And yours is so nice and slim, it must go right up there easy
as cake. My anal punisher isn’t going to be that easy.” Leo looked into her eyes for
a long moment, then said, with authority, “You have an important choice, Rose. You
can tell me about how you put your little pink vibrator up your butt, or I can spank
you until you do. And I’m sure you can see that having me spanking you on top of your
cane marks yet again isn’t something that would feel very nice. Can you be a good