She had made a mistake, she hadn't used slavespeak. In fact, she had done that on purpose to see her master's reaction. She thought that, by being an inobedient slave, maybe she would make her master want to teach her a lesson, so that she would never forget about it again.<br/><br/>But there she was again, in that stupid slave position, not about to get punished. She knew that if he would have been Austin, he would have tied her up and spanked her with a paddle until she was crying and begging for him to stop.<br/><br/>It was seriously twisted and sick, yet somehow, she would have liked to see it, to experiment this at least once in her life. It was really weird, but what in her life wasn't since she had met with Paul ? Her relationship with him wasn't normal by any mean. Normal couples greets themselves by saying stuff like "-Hey honey, how are you ?" then kissing on the lips, going out for some activity together. But Cindy was more like a victim, made captive by a man who treated her like nothing more than a useless fucktoy. And yet, it wasn't enough for her. She wanted more pain, more mistreatment, less passion.<br/><br/>Then she was getting pulled over Paul's laps to get her ass slapped. Cindy liked the sensation of every spank, and she wanted to have more and more of it. But the pleasure was always the same, nothing but half a second of pain, then it was all gone and she was left waiting while he was rubbing her butt. He was never bored from that same old-fashionned love-making, he had never wanted to try anything else. She was moaning everytime she received a spank, yet her eyes were filled with boredom, she was thinking about the time she could spend shopping with her friends, instead of being held captive by someone too nice for her. Then Paul released her when it was time for the third and last question. "-Master, is there anything else your slave can do to bring you pleasure?"