Prized, The Payment Series book 1 (2 page)

“Great,” she muttered.

“What was that, girl?”

“Nothing. Sir.”

“You’ll have tests done today to make sure
you’re clean. All benefactors have them as well, and both yours and
theirs will be repeated once a month during your term. Do you have
any questions so far?”

“No. Sir.” She felt ridiculous repeating
“sir” all the time, but it seemed like the thing to do at that
moment.

“Good. Do you need to read the contract
again?”

“No, I’ll sign it.”

“Are you absolutely sure you understand what
you’re agreeing to?”

“Yes.” After a few moments of studying her
face, during which time Catrina had to fight to keep her eyes up,
he nodded and pushed the contract back across the desk.

With a trembling hand, Catrina picked up the
pen he offered and, at his instruction, initialed each page and
then signed the last one. He then added his signature.

“I’m going to take this to Processing and
get your tests and medical examination set up and then we’ll talk
about your training.” Raoul left the room again and Catrina
seriously considered running. Yes, they had her personal
information, but since she was probably close to being evicted
anyway, there’d most likely be no way to find her. But deep down
she knew she could run, but she couldn’t hide. Unless she could
create an entirely new identity, like they did in the movies, her
debt would find her.

Raoul returned to the room and sat on the
couch. She remained perched on the edge of the guest chair. “You’ll
be known as number nine throughout your training and possibly into
your service if your benefactor wishes it.” She tried not to make a
face at that. How much more demeaning could this whole thing get?
“Shall we get started?”

Catrina swallowed. “Um, yes?”

“Was that a question?”

“No, sir.”

“Here’s the first part of your training. You
were instructed to wear a skirt today. I see you complied with that
instruction, and that’s good. If you hadn’t you’d be in trouble
right from the get-go and would’ve lost the privilege of wearing
clothes entirely.” Catrina blanched. “I want you to come over here
and place yourself over my lap, facedown, with your feet on the
floor and your upper body on the couch next to me.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m going to start your training
immediately with a spanking.” He sounded so matter-of-fact about
blistering her ass, Catrina began to shrink back. “If I have to
come over there and get you I’ll take off my belt. Show me you can
be a good girl and accept the consequences of your
irresponsibility.”

Oh, God. No, no, no.
The thought of
being spanked with a belt was terrible. Catrina willed her feet to
move. Slowly, she rose, shuffled over to the couch and then
awkwardly lowered herself over the lap of a man she’d met not an
hour ago so he could spank her. Things got even worse when he
ordered her to lift her hips and then proceeded to push her skirt
well up, leaving it bunched around her waist. But the final
humiliation came when he slipped his fingers into the waistband of
her panties and briskly tugged them to her knees. Her eyes closed
in mortification.

“Victoria’s Secret?”

He’s seriously asking me about the brand
name of my underwear?
When she apparently didn’t answer quickly
enough he struck her right on the fleshiest part of her ass and she
shrieked. “Yes.”

“Expensive stuff.”

Through gritted teeth, she answered,
“Yes.”

“Spread your legs.”

She turned her head toward him, her mouth
falling open. “What?”

He spanked her again, this time alternating
between her cheeks a couple of times. Catrina let out a hiss. Fuck,
that hurt. The man had an iron hand. “I gave you a command. I’m
losing patience, and my belt comes off when that happens.”

Catrina did
not
want the belt, so she
did as he bade and spread her legs, turning away from Raoul once
more. Tears rolled down her face and onto the leather of the couch
below her, but Raoul paid them no heed. Instead he stroked over her
bare ass with his hand before moving down to her pussy and rubbing.
Catrina bucked and he clamped his free arm over the small of her
back before going back to his ministrations.

More tears escaped.
I can’t believe he’s
turning me on. This is mortifying.

“Smooth. Professionally waxed?”

“Yes.”

“I’m beginning to see how you got in
trouble.” After leaving her wanting, Raoul removed his hand and
began to spank her with it, peppering her ass all the way from the
top to the under-curve where it met her thighs. Catrina tried in
vain to get away from the hard spanks, but the forearm holding her
down allowed very little movement, as he continued to strike her
again and again.

She let out a sob and it seemed like Raoul
spanked even harder, if that was possible. Then she screamed anew
when he moved from her ass to the delicate skin on the backs of her
thighs, even landing some spanks on her inner thighs. “Keep your
legs spread, girl,” he growled, as the pain built and built upon
itself. Catrina didn’t think the spanking could possibly get worse
until Raoul landed a sharp smack directly on her pussy.
Involuntarily her legs closed around his hand. “Spread.”

“I can’t,” she wailed.

“Ten with my belt. Spread.”

“Fuck!”

“Twenty. You will treat me with respect and
swearing during a punishment is not respectful. Open your legs
before you make this even worse for yourself.”

With a final sob of surrender Catrina spread
her legs and Raoul wasted no time, spanking her directly on her
pussy over and over. She’d never felt pain like this before.

And I’ve got twenty strokes from his belt
coming. That’ll kill me. I know it. Why did I fight him?

After what seemed like hours, during which
time Raoul went back up and down her entire ass and thighs several
more times, also moving to her pussy in between, he stopped
spanking. “I’ll give you a minute to compose yourself and then
we’ll take care of the additional punishment you earned.”

“Yes, sir.” Now seemed like a good time to
try to be polite.

He handed her a tissue and she blew noisily
into it. “I want you to think about something when you bend over
for my belt. I want you to remember you’re here because you
couldn’t control your spending. You’re bare-assed over a virtual
stranger’s lap right now, where you’ve gotten a good, hard, hand
spanking because you have a complete inability to deny yourself
anything.”

“But—”

Undeterred, he continued. “Catrina, you must
accept that you deserve each and every punishment you’re going to
get; from me, from your benefactor, and from anyone your benefactor
gives permission to punish you.
Every single one.
” He patted
her flaming bottom. “Up and over the arm of the couch. Feet on the
floor, legs spread. Rest your forearms on the seat cushions.” He
spanked her again several times. “Now. You move when I give you a
command.”

Catrina scrambled to her feet, no longer
caring that Raoul could see everything with her skirt rucked up.
Hell, he’d just spanked her pussy. She had no secrets from him.
With great reluctance, she bent over the arm he indicated.

“Watch me.” He stood in front of her and
slowly pulled his belt from the loops. She swallowed, wanting to
close her eyes, wanting this nightmare to end. “
Watch me
,
girl.” When he’d pulled the belt free, he doubled it over and then
walked behind her. “You have twenty coming, girl. I’ll give them to
you in sets of ten. The second set will be harder.”

She nodded miserably, sure he’d tear the
skin right off her ass. Catrina didn’t have time to think further
as the belt whistled through the air. Pain exploded on her ass and
she shot up, grabbing and rubbing her abused skin as a howl escaped
her. Raoul tapped the couch’s arm with the belt. “Back over.” When
she didn’t move, he said, “Catrina, you have about two seconds to
present that ass for more punishment or I’ll paddle you on top of
the belt.”

Now she fell over the arm of the couch so
quickly her feet came up off the floor. Raoul grabbed her skirt and
held onto it. Catrina’s eyes slammed shut and her mouth opened as
he struck again, the leather biting viciously. He waited entirely
too long, giving her plenty of time to start panicking, and then
gave her the third stroke, but the next several came right after in
a flurry. She tried to put a hand back, but Raoul simply caught it
and kept spanking.

“That was the first set.”

Catrina said nothing. Her brain was only
sending one message—pain. Nothing else could be articulated. Soon
she felt him shift. “Second set.”

True to his word, these strokes were harder,
with several landing on the already-spanked, sensitive skin of her
thighs. When he finished, he sat on the couch by her head and put
his belt back on while she sobbed. “Remember,” Raoul said, his
mouth close to her ear. “You’re being punished because you can’t
control yourself. Kneel in front of me.”

Feeling very chastened, Catrina gingerly
rose and began to bend down to raise her panties.

“Did I give you permission to pull up your
panties?”

Her head shot up. “N-no.” When would the
humiliation end?

“Bring them up above your knees and leave
them there. Your skirt stays up too. I want that spanked ass on
display. Kneel.”

With great difficulty, she did, an agonized
grunt sounding when her tortured ass came in contract with the
heels of her shoes. “Now we’ll talk more about your training. In
addition to making sure you’re eating right and exercising so you
look your best for auction, you’ll be undergoing other types of
training.” He waited a beat and then said, “These benefactors pay a
lot of money for girls, and the amount you’re asking for is very
high, even by our standards. Because of that, they expect you to be
able to perform competently at the very least. So for the next two
weeks, you’ll have cock sucking training every day. And yes, you’ll
be sucking my cock, though at times I may bring in other
trainers.”

This was the worst day of her life. Fresh
tears fell.

Raoul leaned forward. “There’s something
else you should keep in mind. I know everything is really hard
right now, but there’s an endgame here too. In a little over a year
you’ll hopefully get through the program and come out on the other
side, completely debt-free. Imagine how freeing that will be. When
times get tough, think about that.”

Catrina was surprised by his sudden
kindness, and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Let’s do a little baseline testing.” She
watched in horror as Raoul dragged the zipper of his jeans down and
took out a thick, hard cock. “I’m about seven inches long. Slightly
longer than normal. My girth, though, as you can see, is more than
many men’s, so by the end of your training you should be quite
competent to suck a cock my size or smaller. If your benefactor is
larger he’ll likely do his own training to make sure you can please
him.”

He scooted forward on the seat cushions,
spreading his legs on either side of her. “Suck my cock.” She bit
her lip. “Right now. Do it or I’ll punish you.”

Taking a deep breath, she leaned forward and
grasped him. “Mouth only. I want to see how far down on me you can
go. Rest your arms here, around my waist.” Raoul pulled her until
she was practically hugging him, his erection flushed dark red and
bobbing in her face. For a fleeting moment she wondered if Raoul
had gotten off on spanking her. Probably, the sick bastard.

“Apparently you’re either hard of hearing or
not very good at obeying.” Swiftly she found herself over his lap
again.

“No! I’ll do it.”

“Yes. You will.” He spanked her several
times on each ass cheek and then put her back on her knees.

Catrina immediately took Raoul’s cock in her
mouth. “That’s it. Suck the head. Now go down the shaft. Get me
nice and wet. Use your tongue. Yeah…” His dick twitched. “I wanna
see how far you can take me. I’m not going to force you, but I
am
going to encourage you.”

She realized what he meant when both hands
landed on the back of her head and he began to gently push down.
Without any choice, Catrina took more and more of him inside until
he bumped the back of her mouth. While she’d thought he’d stop
there, he drew back a bit but then pushed again, right into her
throat. Catrina gagged, even as she heard Raoul groan from what
seemed to be far away. He released her and she fell back,
coughing.

When she’d calmed, he put a firm hand on her
shoulder. “Finish me. I won’t make you do that again—right now—but
you will make me come and you will swallow. There’s no spitting
allowed. Your benefactors won’t put up with it, so you need to get
used to it now.”

Raoul’s tone made it clear no argument would
be had, and Catrina moved forward again, taking him into her mouth
once more. She bobbed up and down on his hard dick, just wanting
this to be over, but knowing it was just the beginning. Her ass
felt like a million wasps were stinging her. It must be bright red
and, as he’d said, on display, even if only to him, the one who’d
made it that way. Shame washed over her.

Several moments later, Catrina’s jaw was
growing sore and she redoubled her efforts. His words from before
echoed in her head, “…being punished because you can’t control
yourself.” Tears streamed down her face and Catrina felt a strange
sense of gratefulness when Raoul’s dick swelled in her mouth and he
came. She swallowed, hating the taste of his cum. Never before had
she been a swallower, but Raoul had made it clear she would
unwillingly be one for over a year. It was hard to ignore the voice
in the back of her head that wondered how many times she’d be
required to perform that particular task. She shuddered.