Cassia is Caught and Punished

All the blood rushed from Cassia's face. She tried to move, to flee, to pretend she hadn't seen anything, but her body refused to obey. She stood frozen, a voyeur caught in the act, her face flushed with shame and arousal and fear.

Angélique's lips curved into a smile. Not the warm, charming smile she wore for customers, but something darker.

"Cassia," she said, her voice carrying through the gap. "Come in, chérie. Now."

The words pressed against Cassia's will with irresistible ****. Her legs carried her forward despite her mind's **** protests, pushing open the door, stepping into the office. The scent hit her immediately, sex and sweat, thick and cloying and overwhelming.

Angélique had not moved from her position. She remained buried inside Dolly, her cock still hard, still claiming. Dolly lay limp beneath her, her painted face turned toward Cassia, her enormous eyes glazed with satisfaction.

"Close the door," Angélique said.

Cassia closed the door.

"Now." Angélique pulled out of Dolly with a wet sound that made Cassia's stomach clench. Dolly whimpered at the loss, her cunt glistening, a trickle of milky fluid dripping down her thigh. Angélique ignored her, stepping around the desk, her naked body magnificent and terrible. "Explain yourself."

Cassia's mouth opened, but no words came. What could she say? That she had been curious? That she had been unable to resist? That she had watched because watching was the only release her caged body could experience?

"I'm waiting, chérie." Angélique crossed her arms beneath her breasts, her emerald eyes hard. "You were spying on me. On us. You were watching something that was not meant for you. Why?"

"I..." Cassia swallowed hard. "I was curious. I heard sounds, and I-"

"You what?" Angélique stepped closer, close enough that Cassia could feel the heat radiating from her skin, could smell the sex on her breath. "You decided to violate my privacy? To watch me and Dolly without our permission?"

"I didn't mean-"

"You didn't mean to what? Get caught?" Angélique's laugh was sharp and cold. "You meant to watch, chérie. You meant to spy. You stood at that door for minutes, watching, touching yourself through your bloomers like the lewd little thing that you are."

Cassia's face flamed. She hadn't realized she had been touching herself, but her hand had drifted down without conscious thought, pressing against the silk, seeking relief that the cage denied her.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"Sorry?" Angélique's eyebrows rose. "You're sorry? Is that all you have to say? After everything I have done for you? Your position, your training, the trust?"

Guilt twisted in Cassia's chest. She had spied. She had been caught.

"I thought the cage would have fixed this," Angélique continued, her voice dripping with disappointment. "I thought locking away that naughty little cock of yours would help you focus, would help you control your baser impulses. But I see now that I was wrong.”

Dolly had pushed herself up from the desk, her painted face curious, her body still glistening with sweat and seed. She watched the exchange with those enormous eyes, saying nothing, simply observing.

"I am disappointed in you, Cassia." Angélique's words landed like blows. "Deeply disappointed. I thought you were better than this. I thought you had more control. More respect for me and for Dolly and for the sanctity of this shop."

Cassia's eyes burned with unshed tears. For some twisted reason this felt like when she had disappointed her mothers in the past.

"I'm sorry," Cassia said again, her voice breaking.

Angélique sighed, a long, theatrical exhale that seemed to drain the tension from the room. She ran a hand through her disheveled hair and looked at Cassia with something that might have been regret.

"I see now that I have been too lenient with you," she said. "I thought gentle guidance would be enough. But you need more than that, chérie. You need a firmer hand. You need to understand, truly understand, what it means to work here."

Cassia's sobbed. "Please-"

"Quiet." The word cracked like a whip, and Cassia's mouth snapped shut. Angélique circled her slowly, her naked body brushing against Cassia's uniform with each pass. "From now on you will refer to me as Mistress. You will take your punishment, chérie. You will accept it without complaint. And when it is over, you will thank me for it."

"What... what punishment?" Cassia's voice was barely a whisper.

Angélique stopped behind her. Cassia felt the alpha's breath on her neck, warm and steady. Then Angélique's hands settled on her shoulders, gripping tightly, and she spoke.

"Bend over my lap."

Cassia's heart stopped. "What?"

"You heard me, chérie." Angélique's voice was calm, almost gentle. "Bend over my lap. Pull down your bloomers. I am going to spank you. And you are going to count."

The words pressed against Cassia's will with overwhelming ****. She tried to resist, tried to plant her feet, tried to say no, but her body betrayed her. She found herself moving toward the chair behind the desk, found herself bending over Angélique's lap as the alpha sat, found her fingers hooking into the waistband of her silk bloomers and pulling them down.

The cool air hit her exposed bottom, and Cassia shuddered. Her bare cheeks pale and ****, the cage pressing against her trapped cock from the other side. She felt exposed in a way she had never felt before, even during her first fitting, even during Dolly's blowjob.

Angélique's hand rested on her lower back, warm and heavy. "You will count each strike, chérie. You will thank me after each one. And when we are done, you will apologize for your transgression. Do you understand?"

"Yes… Mistress." Cassia whispered.

"Good girl."

The first strike landed before Cassia could prepare herself. Angélique's palm connected with her right buttock with a sharp crack that echoed through the office. The pain was immediate and intense, a burning sting that radiated outward from the point of impact.

"One," Cassia gasped. "Thank you, Mistress."

The second strike landed on her left buttock, equally hard, equally painful. Cassia's eyes filled with tears, but she **** the words out. "Two. Thank you, Mistress."

"Count louder, chérie. I want to hear you."

The third strike landed on the same spot as the first, and Cassia cried out. "Three! Thank you, Mistress!"

On and on it went. Angélique's hand rose and fell with mechanical precision, each strike landing in a different spot, covering Cassia's bottom from the tops of her thighs to the curve of her cheeks. The pain built with each blow, layering on itself until Cassia couldn't tell where one strike ended and another began.

Her tears fell freely now, dripping onto the floor, her body shaking with each impact. She had never been spanked before, not like this, not with such deliberate cruelty. Demetria had been strict but never physical. Lara had been gentle always.

Angélique was neither. She was something else entirely.

"Fourteen," Cassia sobbed. "Thank you, Mistress. Fifteen. Thank you, Mistress. Sixteen. Thank you, Mistress."

"How many more, chérie?" Angélique's voice was calm, almost bored. "How many strikes do you think you deserve?"

"I don't know, Mistress."

"You don't know?" The next strike landed harder than the rest, and Cassia screamed. "You were spying, chérie. Watching something that was not meant for your eyes. How many strikes is that worth?"

"Twenty?" Cassia guessed, **** for the punishment to end.

"Twenty." Angélique's hand paused. "Yes, I think twenty is appropriate. You have received seventeen already. Three more then."

The next three strikes came in rapid succession, one after another, each one landing on flesh that was already red and raw. Cassia's screams filled the office, mingling with her sobs, her body writhing against Angélique's lap.

"Twenty," she gasped when the final strike landed. "Thank you, Mistress. Twenty. Thank you."

Silence fell. Cassia lay across Angélique's lap, her bottom burning, her body shaking with the **** of her sobs. She felt broken in a way she had never felt before, her pride shattered, her defiance crushed.