The Training of Raina Verene, Day Three

Princess Donna works her over like she means it. Heavy single-tail cuts the air, lands with a crack that echoes off the walls. Raina takes it. Breathes. Holds. The cat follows, leather tails biting deep, leaving red trails across her back. Donna watches her face, blindfold in place, every flinch telling a story. Then the prod. Sharp. Cruel. Electricity surges through her and Raina shudders but stays quiet until Donna tells her otherwise. The slaps come next, palm cracking against her pussy again and again until the sound turns wet. Donna doesn’t stop. She wants marks. She gets them. Raina’s skin blooms dark under the strikes, thighs trembling, but she doesn’t fold. Not yet. Fatigue creeps in. Her responses slow. Donna lets it pass. The girl’s carrying a lot. Still, she earns her reward. The vibrator finds her clit and Raina gasps, hips twitching. Donna climbs over her face, spreads, and pulls her mouth to work. Raina licks like she’s starving for it, tongue working hard until Donna comes with a low, rough sound. After, Donna leaves the blindfold on. Lets her rest with the lesson still burning across her skin. The report says she shows promise. The marks say she’s earning it.