Punishment

"I... I’m sorry," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Garrett didn’t move. His fingers continued their rhythmic drumming on the armrest, a slow, steady beat that mirrored the tension in the air.

"Sorry?" he echoed, his tone dripping with disdain. He leaned back, his posture still relaxed, but there was an edge to his demeanor that sent shivers down Miranda’s spine. "Do you think that’s enough?"

Miranda swallowed hard, her mind racing for a way to salvage the situation. "It was—there was an issue at the checkpoint. Valeria Santos... she was suspicious. I couldn’t risk—"

Garrett raised a hand, silencing her. "Excuses."

The single word cut through the air like a blade. Miranda flinched, her shoulders hunching slightly under the weight of his judgment.

"Do you know what your job was?" Garrett asked, his voice calm but laced with an underlying threat.

Miranda nodded quickly. "To deliver the phone. To ensure Bree brought it in."

"And did you succeed?"

"No." Her voice was barely audible, shame burning her cheeks.

Garrett rose slowly from his chair, the movement deliberate and measured. He stepped toward her, each footfall echoing ominously in the small room. Miranda’s heart pounded in her chest as he closed the distance between them.

When he was mere inches away, he stopped, his gaze boring into hers. "You failed me."

Miranda’s knees felt weak. She clenched her fists at her sides, trying to steady herself. "I’ll fix it," she promised, desperation creeping into her voice. "I’ll make it right."

Garrett tilted his head slightly, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "You will. But not before you understand the consequences of failure."

Miranda’s breath hitched, anticipation and dread swirling within her. She knew what was coming—what always came when Garrett was disappointed. The thought both terrified and thrilled her.

Garrett stepped around her, moving to the door. He locked it with a soft click, the sound reverberating in Miranda’s ears like a final judgment.

"Set it up," he ordered, motioning toward the AudioTuring device on the desk. Miranda’s fingers trembled as she connected the components, the familiar beeps and clicks echoing in the tense silence.

Garrett approached her as she finished, placing the headphones over her ears. "Punishment," he murmured, the term rolling off his tongue with a sinister edge.

The device clicked on, and Garrett’s voice filled her ears, low and commanding. "You feel more pleasure with each word, each command, each touch. But you won’t find release. Not until I allow it."

Miranda’s breath quickened as the subliminal commands took hold. Her body reacted instinctively, a **** ache building within her, yet every attempt to reach release was met with an invisible barrier.

Garrett’s voice continued, weaving through her thoughts. "You’ll remember this feeling—being on the edge, completely under my control."

As the punishment intensified, Garrett’s words in the headphones shifted to the humiliation mantra:

"You are nothing but a tool for my pleasure. A failure who craves correction. Each failure brings more shame. More need. You exist to serve. To obey. To beg."

The words repeated endlessly, reinforcing her growing desperation.

Garrett stepped behind her, his hand tangling in her hair, pulling her head back to meet his gaze. "Pull your skirt up."

Miranda obeyed, her movements mechanical, driven by the relentless commands in her ears.

When she stood bare before him, Garrett circled her slowly. "On the desk. Hands flat."

She positioned herself as instructed, her heart pounding in anticipation. Garrett’s hand trailed down her back, lingering just above her hips.

Garrett stepped up behind her, his hand coming down hard on her bare ass. Miranda cried out, the pain sharp and intense. But even as she cried out, she felt a strange thrill, a rush of pleasure coursing through her veins.

Garrett continued to spank her, his hand coming down again and again. Each blow sent a fresh wave of pain and pleasure coursing through Miranda's body. She could feel herself growing wet, her body betraying her even as her mind recoiled in horror.

The voice in her ears echoed in sync with each strike:

"Failure deserves punishment. Failure earns discipline. Failure seeks forgiveness."

Miranda was already a total mess. Without Garrett’s support, she collapsed to the floor, trembling. Her mind spiraled in a whirlwind of shame, fear, and an unable ache of need. Thoughts collided—her **** desire to make things right warring with the growing realization that this punishment ignited something darker inside her. Each throb of pain brought a conflicted rush of longing, her breaths coming in shallow, ragged gasps as she tried to reconcile the humiliation with the shameful pleasure sparking deep within her. He grabbed her hair and pulled her back over the desk.

"Strip. Beg for forgiveness."

Miranda whimpered, her voice shaking. "Please, Master. I’ll make it right. I promise."

Garrett chuckled darkly. "No. I’ll make it right."

He reached into the drawer and pulled out a soft cloth gag. "Open your mouth."

Miranda obeyed without hesitation, parting her lips as Garrett slipped the cloth inside, securing it tightly. The gag muffled her whimpers and cries, reducing her to muted, **** sounds.

"There," Garrett murmured. "Now you won’t be too loud."

He pressed her down firmly against the desk, her chest flattening against the surface as he positioned himself behind her. Without warning, he thrust into her Ass, hard and unrelenting. Miranda’s mind spiraled in fragmented thoughts, torn between the searing pain and the shameful ache of desire that surged within her. Each thrust seemed to imprint Garrett’s control onto her very being, the humiliating mantra from the headphones looping endlessly in her mind. "Failure deserves this. Obedience craves correction." Her body clenched involuntarily, the conflicting sensations of punishment and twisted pleasure leaving her gasping against the gag, her tears mingling with her sweat as she surrendered completely to the moment.

Miranda gasped against the gag, the sudden intrusion taking her breath away. Garrett didn’t give her time to adjust, setting a brutal pace that left her clinging to the desk for support.

"You need to feel this," Garrett said, his voice cold and commanding. "To understand that failure has consequences."

Miranda’s cries filled the room, muffled by the gag—a mixture of pain, pleasure, and overwhelming shame. Her body betrayed her, reacting to every thrust, every command whispered into her ears.

"You’re nothing without me," Garrett growled, tightening his grip on her hair. "Say it."

Miranda nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks as she mumbled through the gag. Garrett pulled out abruptly, leaving her trembling and gasping for breath. He grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to her knees in front of him.

"Open," he commanded, removing the gag.

Miranda parted her lips, her eyes glazed with exhaustion and desperation. Garrett guided himself into her mouth, setting a slow, deliberate pace.

"Use your tongue," he instructed. "Make me believe you’re sorry."

Miranda obeyed, her mouth working over him with practiced skill. Her mind spun with conflicting emotions—humiliation mingled with a **** need to please him. As her lips moved, she couldn't shake the shameful thrill coursing through her. Is this who I am now? Her heart raced as Garrett's hand tightened slightly on the back of her head, guiding her deeper. The voice in her ears repeated relentlessly: "You exist to serve. To obey. To beg for forgiveness." Garrett’s hand rested on the back of her head, guiding her movements.

"Good girl," he murmured, his tone shifting slightly. "You want to please me, don’t you?"

Miranda nodded, tears continuing to stream down her face.

The mantra in her ears softened, shifting to a more rewarding tone:

"Obedience is pleasure. Submission is peace. You serve, and you are rewarded."

Garrett smirked, pulling out just before he reached his climax, his gaze locked on Miranda's tear-streaked face. Her lips trembled as she gasped for air, her eyes searching his for a hint of reprieve. His satisfaction was evident in the cruel curl of his lips and the dark gleam in his eyes, a silent affirmation of his control. The room was filled with the sound of her ragged breathing, mingling with the echo of the mantra in her ears, reinforcing her place beneath him. He crouched down, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze.

"You’ve earned this," he whispered.

He reached for the AudioTuring device, adjusting the settings. Miranda’s breath caught as the commands shifted.

"Come for me."

The release was immediate and overwhelming, crashing over Miranda in waves. Her body convulsed, her cries muffled by Garrett’s hand over her mouth.

When it was over, Miranda collapsed on the floor, her body trembling.

Garrett crouched beside her, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. "Do you understand now?"

"Yes, sir," Miranda whispered, her voice hoarse.

Garrett’s smirk deepened. "Good. You’ll never fail me again."

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