Snap!

“Wake up, plaything.” 

Vee’s eyes slid open slowly. She felt completely disoriented from what seemed like years straight of intense fractionation. It felt hard to think. Her brain was filled with thick, pink, creamy clouds that clogged up her brain cells. And yet, she had to pay attention.

Vee's Domme, Gabrielle, tsked and grabbed the underside of Vee's chin. "I told you to wake up, plaything. You're keeping me waiting."

"Sorry, Miss," Vee gasped, trying to force herself back to attention. She forced her eyes wide open, reorienting to the room as fast as she could.

"Are you really sorry, dear?" Gabrielle narrowed her eyes down at her. She reached in for a kiss, biting and sucking on Vee's sweet lips and licking up the drool dripping from the left of her mouth.

"Yes, Miss." Vee immediately responded as soon as the kiss was broken, rubbing her eyes. "I'm completely awake. I'm paying attention."

"Then..."

Vee felt Gabrielle reach for the back of her head, and she knew exactly what was about to happen. Vee's hair was pulled and back into trance Vee went. Trance was the loveliest place Vee knew. It was safe. Comforting. Cozy. All that mattered was her Miss' voice. All that mattered was obedience.

"Feel it, plaything," Gabrielle whispered possessively. "Feel yourself falling deeper under my grasp. And that means when I snap and tell you to wake up, you'll be back at attention, ready to serve me in whatever aspect I deem fit. Feel it, plaything. Feel it, and let yourself--"

Snap! Vee felt a shiver go down her spine as she was ripped from trance once again, like a kitten being pulled out of its deep cat nap.

"Wake up, plaything," Gabrielle chuckled.

Vee opened her eyes, and then closed them instinctively. She needed a moment. Just a moment--

  Slap!

Gabrielle sighed. Vee felt her entire body shake with arousal and anticipation just from the slap across her face and her Miss’ sigh. "Seems I haven't trained you well enough. Let's try something else." Gabrielle pulled a chair out -- her throne -- and Vee's Miss sat down. She reached for the side and finally, Vee's eyes widened as Gabrielle pulled out her riding crop. "You know the drill, plaything."

Vee did. She whimpered quietly as she pulled up her skirt, down her panties, and dropped herself over Gabrielle's knees.

SMACK!

The first hit of the crop hit hard, and definitely brought Vee back to attention. Vee panted and gasped, but no words came out. She wasn't allowed to speak during punishment.

And then Vee felt her hair pulled again, back into trance, back into that nice, dark, comforting--

 Snap!

"Wake up, plaything."

SMACK!

Vee clenched her fingernails into Gabrielle's thighs. Gabrielle smirked -- she didn't just allow Vee to do that. She let Vee do it as much as she wanted, because her Miss loved feeling her arousal.

“H-how many times?” Vee whimpered.

“As many as I want.”

Hair pull.

Snap!

"Wake up, plaything."

SMACK!

Vee felt tears roll down her cheeks as the sequence continued. Every time she'd go into trance just enough to get comfortable, and every time it took her too long for her to come back up she was smacked again. There must have been quite a few red spots on her ass right now.

And then, when Vee fell in trance for the tenth time that session, Gabrielle seemed satisfied.

"I want you to come back up, now, plaything," Gabrielle cooed. "I think our time is up. On the count of five, you'll feel yourself fully awake -- and take as long as you need."

It took quite a while for Vee to reorient into the room. The first thing she noticed were the tear streaks down her cheeks, and how much her ass stung. Gabrielle rubbed it gently. Vee gasped as she felt something cold drip onto it -- lotion. The subby girl relaxed once again as her wounds were soothed.

"How are you feeling, Vee?"

Vee couldn't respond with words. She just nodded and giggled sleepily.

"Me too, Vee. Me too," Gabrielle smiled. "Let's put that competition show you like on, shall we?"