When he relented, Zoey's sobbing form sagged across his lap. There was not a trace left of the feisty, defiant girl he had brought home such a short time ago. She was his now and they both knew it.<span style="color: indigo">"Th-thank you Master."</span>She mumbled between sniffles. With no warning his hand jerked her head back hard by the hair and she slid back off of his lap into an awkward kneeling position. Her tear-filled eyes looked up at him and he was able to watch her beautiful face twist into a look of terrible pain when her savaged ass hit her heels. She howled, unable to hold back the sound of suffering. When he informed her of her fate, that he still intended to hurt her for her deception, and released her hair, she simply crumpled onto her knees and elbows.<br/><br/>The sight was not altogether unappealing. Her back arched, her firm, discoloured ass thrust proudly into the air and her dishevelled hair hanging down her hide her downcast face. Even though the pain had stopped, at least for now, the shaking and sobbing stubbornly refused to subside. All in all, Quentin's malicious side probably found the sight very enticing indeed. When she heard the drawer slide open Zoey did not even have to look to know which drawer he was searching through. Her aching body tensed instinctively at the thought of what was surely to come.<br/><br/>The thud of something hitting the floor in front of her made her flinch and she stared at it for a moment before making sense of it. She knelt up again and complied knowing that any other action would only make things worse for her. The ball forced her teeth apart as she settled it in her mouth. The straps slipped around the back of her head and she tightened them until the straps dug into the corners of her mouth. She fidgeted for a while to pull her hair out from under the leather strap but again did not want to keep her Master waiting for her to comply.<br/><br/>She lay back, letting out a little whimper that was rendered almost inaudible by the gag, when her ass touched the hard floor. Her legs spread wider than he assumed she would be able to, showcasing flexibility that he had not know her to possess. She arched her back hard and another little sound escaped as more pressure was put on the throbbing flesh of her ass. She bent her body as best she could and with her firm breasts pointed to the ceiling she simply waited for him to either criticize her positioning, begin her punishment again, or both.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>