Zoey's body was trembling and she tried to force weakened limbs back into proper form but she could not fast enough. The loud stinging smack of the paddle filled the silence and her knee jerked back into position. When the paddle smacked against her back, it caused the tiniest squeak of sound at the same time that it arched her back and thrust her rump out to him. Her rump took a light smack before the paddle settled against it, seemingly just a tiny reminder to keep quiet. She shook but in perfect form and position as he said such dirty things. Merely a day ago, being told such perverse commands and being referred to as a little bitch would have had her yelling at him and damn the consequences but now he could see her wriggling slightly, finding a lewd pleasure in those dirty words. She truly was yielding to her darker side that craved his attentions.<br/><br/>The plunging thrust of the toy back into her came as a complete shock to Zoey and as she was fully impaled again she could not hold back the cry or the second one that was a result of the smack of the paddle correcting her. The second time it fell, she remained silent, though she could not stop a soft sniffle or the tears trickling over her cheeks. They were not tears of pain, not entirely. They were tears of frustration that she was making her Master punish her. If she were only better than this would be about her pleasure not her punishment. Still, even with the stinging punishment if only took her moments of being speared repeatedly onto the toy before she was lost in the throes of another orgasm. Again she maintained silence while her body thrashed and bucked in pleasure. She took a moment to compose herself. Apparently that moment was too long and she had just started to open her mouth to thank him when the paddle struck again.<b><span style="color: indigo">"Thank you Master Quentin!" </span></b>She squealed and forced herself back into the position.<br/><br/>The third round was worse. She was so sensitive that she earned no less than six punishing smacks from the paddle for shifting her position or crying out when he was particularly rough with the toy. Constant streams of wetness ran down her legs through it all though and it took even less time for her to release. This time her crescendo was accompanied by a loud wail of pain-fuelled pleasure and she was quick to thank him even as the paddle swung against her ass in payment for her scream of ecstasy. She forced herself into position, but Quentin could see her legs bent and try as she might she could not force them straight, and she was truly trying. The little former noble was clearly reaching the limits of her endurance, at least temporarily. Her perfect backside glowed red from her knees to the small of her back and while she struggled she did succeed in showing off that reddened flesh in a most enticing fashion. She hoped that he would appreciate that she was trying to obey but she felt that he was not one to care for effort only results. So she braced her petite frame to feel another punishing smack from the paddle.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>