The Training of Raina Verene, Day Two

Day Two opens with Wolf Hudson staring down #107. The only rule that counts is Yes Sir, no Sir. She drops three more infractions for sloppy answers and takes the cane. The welts line up on the right thigh next to the first three demerits. She breathes through the sting and earns three fresh merits on the left. The ink sinks in and she keeps her eyes front. He starts with the plug again, sliding it home without warning. She winces, then moans, surprised at the burn and the sudden slick throb. He replaces it fast with his cock, stretches her virgin hole wider. Every inch draws a gasp but no protest. He fingers her clit while he fucks, driving her to the edge twice before she comes hard enough to shake. When he praises her with "good girl" her throat tightens and another tremor rolls through. Later he clips her nipples, watches the flush crawl down her chest. She stays silent, takes the pain, thinks only of earning the next stroke. Sweat gathers at her collarbone. He wipes it away, then eases in deeper until the last inch disappears. She stays quiet, eyes locked straight, counting the seconds until he lets her come again.