Service Sessions: Torn's Punishment

Torn kept her mouth shut when the order came. No song left her lips. The rule was clear. She broke it. So they bound her wrists and put her over the bench. Shevon brought the belt first. The leather cracked across Torn’s ass, sharp and loud. Each strike landed with purpose. Torn’s skin flushed red. Her body jerked but she stayed quiet. That earned her the crop next. One stripe at a time, Shevon painted heat over Torn’s thighs. The same thighs that would soon be parted for deeper discipline. Anal followed the corporal work. Shevon greased her fingers, then drove them in. Torn clenched and shook. The strap around her waist kept her pinned. Every push and twist pulled fresh sounds from her, sounds that weren’t song but surrender. Shevon slid a thick plug home and left it seated while she added more welts to Torn’s back. Tears slipped down Torn’s cheeks. Her breath came ragged. Promotion hung on her silence and on how well she took the rest of what was coming. This was 2010, and every mark counted.