Zoey actuall felt a brief second of pride at the compliment he uttered upon seeing her in the position he wanted. She could feel him approach and could not stop herself from tensing. Having no idea what to expect made her want to fidget nervously, but she quashed that idea and forced herself to remain still. When his hand cupped and rubbed between her legs though, she let out a thin squeak and her legs trembled. It was unexpected and she had no defense against the teasing way he toyed with her. She heard but took a moment to register his words and she blushed, knowing that he had forced many noises from her pretty mouth. She was very nervous about the training she was about to endure. The feel of the paddle brought back memories of the day before and the pain that the thick paddle could deliver. The feel of it against her made her tremble fearfully and she bit her lip hard to stop any sound from escaping. Her small hands curled into fists when he told her that orgasming would earn her additional punishment, she had to stifle a whimper already.<br/><br/>If she could not make a sound she could not beg for the mercy of release. She felt truly in trouble. She had only started to nod that she understood when she felt the toy prod her opening and drive deeply into her. The toy was only slightly smaller than Quentin and definitely enough to strain the near-virgin opening. Zoey's teeth clamped down onto her lip harder and she struggled against the wish to cry out. When he began to twist and move it around inside of her she bit down even harder. She felt her teeth cut into her lip and sting helped to distract her. even as her opened her around the toy, causing wetness to slip down her thighs in a shameful display, she could feel a single droplet of blood trickle down her chin from her split lip. She did not care though, the loving caress of the paddle against her backside meant that no matter what it took, she would not make a sound.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>