My hand

I have no desire to brutalize my young tenant, but the feeling I get is part of Alison's excitement about these books is the knowledge that the young women taken by their captors are in peril.

“I'm starting to think I wasted my money when I bought you, ****.” I growl as I position myself so my right hand free to arc down on her raised ass.

“Please, Master I'm sorry I haven't lived up to your expecta - Aaaghh.” Her pitiful pleading is interrupted with a yelp as my hand lands sharply on her tight bare skin. “I'm sorry Sir, I'll do better next time!” Three more rapid blows land on her ass that is now starting to turn a pretty rose color. Instead of begging me to stop, I notice that Alison is starting to squirm and her thighs part invitingly, giving me a glimpse of glistening pink between her legs.

This is simply more than I can take and instead of spanking her again, I push my hand between this small gap in her legs and grab her roughly right on her sex. Her response to this change in tactics is as immediate as it is intense.

“Yes Master!” Her back arches up off the counter and her hands slap the countertop loudly as she bends over even more as she urges me on. “Punish this stupid ****, use her tight young body for your pleasure.” I have not forgotten that I am 'punishing' my **** for her negligence, and I grope her much harder than I normally would, letting my finger sink into her dripping pussy as I squeeze her sex. Once again Alison's palm slams down on the countertop and her legs spread even more as she goes up on her toes.

“What good is a **** that can't even clean my kitchen?” My growl of displeasure is met with a whimper of excitement. “What are you good for, girl?”

“Nothing, Master.” Alison clearly has studied the way slaves talk to their merciless owners. “Your ****, is nothing but a worthless girl for you to use for your pleasure.” With my free hand I grab a handful of her fine hair and pull her head back so I can whisper in her ear.

“If you're that worthless, maybe I should just throw you out on the street and go buy a better one.” It's hard to even say the words without laughing. The idea that I could find any woman as sexually appealing as my eager tenant is pretty absurd, but Alison is deeply emersed in this fantasy.

“No, Master!” The desperation in her voice can only be the product of the past four days of sexual frustration. Night after night of reading about her darkest desires without any relief. “Fuck me. Make me beg for your cock as you pound my tight pussy!” I'm trying to remember if I've ever heard this sweet smalltown girl talk like this. Perhaps misinterpreting my surprise as hesitation, Alison repeats herself, this time loud and ****. “FUCK ME!”