The Colonial Girl Ch. 03

Edward took a step forward.

In response to his approach, runt instinctively inched backward, but at the sharp sound of his disapproving tut, she forced herself to stay where she was, fingers curling into fists at her sides.

Edward continued his advance. One step. Then another. Until he was standing a mere arm's length away from her. She looked down, avoiding his gaze as her breathing quickened.

He let the tension build and the silence torment her -- and torment her, it did. Her body betrayed her: fingers twitching, shoulders tense, even as her eyes remain lowered.

In the end, Edward said one short command only: "Get the cane."

Her head snapped toward him in shock, dread painted her face. Her lips parted as if to plead, to beg for mercy, but no sound came. She searched his eyes, only to lose herself in the icy depths of his blue eyes.

Runt swallowed hard, "Yes Sir."

When he saw her come back with the cane, he put his phone away and turned his full attention to the miserable girl in front of him. Wordlessly, he took the cane she presented to him.

"Bend over," he gestured towards the ottoman, a low padded piece upholstered in dark leather placed in the middle of the living room.

Runt gingerly positioned herself for the punishment, knees pressing into the plush rugs as she rested her chest against the surface. In this position, her bottom was left slightly raised and her feet extended back behind her, exposed for his aim.

She started to tremble.

He swished the cane through the air, testing its weight. He did not miss how she flinched at the sharp hiss. She was no stranger to the kiss of his cane. Well acquainted enough to fear and abhor it. He did not cane her often, preferring to reserve it for serious matters, when he was trying to make a point. Like now. She knew that she'd gone too far when the cane made its appearance.

"You're a smart girl," he drawled, voice dripping with condescension, "So tell me, runt, have I been an unfair master to you?"

Runt bit her lip. Gone was the boldness that had driven her to be nasty towards him this morning. The ordeal he had made her jumped through throughout the day had humbled her. And this vulnerable position lulled her further into her submissive headspace.

"Don't make me repeat the question," he slapped her arse when he did not get an immediate response.

"Ah! No Sir!" She gasped in surprise.

"No, I don't think so," he murmured in agreement as he stroked her hair.

Runt closed her eyes at the contact. Her face burned with shame because of how patronising his touch felt but also because how good it made her feel.

"I think I've been fair to you. Kinder, even, sometimes. Clearly more than you deserve. You like to pretend as if I'm your jailor. Like I'm holding you hostage against your will. But runt, you were the one who chose to enter the system. You traded yourself for a benefactor to settle your debt. And I took care of your debt, as was my end of the bargain. And what did it get me? An ungrateful girl who couldn't even make me my morning coffee and raised her voice at me in my house?" Edward scoffed.

The shame she felt deepened at his words. He said it so logically that she could not help but regretted her behaviour this morning. He was right. She did have choices, no matter how shitty they were, and she chose this path.

"I'm sorry, Sir," she mumbled, feeling her throat tightened.

Edward shushed her, "I'll let you apologise later but now it's time for your punishment. 20 on your arse and 10 on your feet. I think that will do to remind you to behave. None of that 'you're leaving this place' or that 'I don't own you' shit."

"Because runt," he leaned down to whisper, his lips brushing close to her ear as she lay bent over the ottoman, "We know you do. So don't let me hear that nonsense again. Understood?"

"Yes Sir," she sniffled.

"Now, I'll be merciful. I won't make you count but I want you to thank me for correcting you after each stroke."

"Yes-... ah! Thank you for correcting me, Sir!"

There was no warm-up, runt was not prepared for the first stroke. The pain was immediate and raw. From then on, her brain fizzled to static as the brutal onslaught continued to rain across her arse.

CRACK

"Thank you for correcting me, Sir!"

CRACK

"Thank you for correcting me, Sir!"

CRACK

"Thank you for correcting me, Sir!"

"Remember this the next time your big brain give you funny ideas. It's your big arse that's going to get it."

CRACK

"Thank you for correcting me, Sir!"

"I expected better from you. The utter disrespect you showed me today, runt...," Edward didn't finish his words as if he was having a hard time to pick the vocabulary to voice his disappointment. In the end, all that was expressed through a sharper stroke of the cane.

CRACK

"Augh! Thank you... thank you for correcting me, Sir!"

The tears broke free then--silent at first, then falling fast. Not just because of the pain. But because of how deeply his words found the place inside her that wanted to please him, to be enough.

Thanking him was the only thing she could remember even as she struggled in between her sobs. He said nothing more and in that silence, the regret, shame and resentment she felt grew into self-hatred.

God, why can't I do anything right. I already failed at life. Now, I can't even be a good girl.

She sniffled as the somber thought played in her mind.

CRACK

"Thank you for correcting me, Sir!"

"Now, I'll cane your soles. 10 strokes, 5 for each foot. No need to thank me but let this be a reminder next time you think of leaving."

"Brace," Edward warned followed by a low whoosh as the cane kissed the skin.

The strike was not as sharp or as hard as the ones he had delivered on her arse. He still wanted her to be able to walk after the punishment but each step would be a reminder.

He did not dally. The 10 strokes were over quickly and by the end, runt was drenched in sweat and streaked with tears. Her body shook from the intensity, muscles tense, breath ragged.

Edward brought the cane close to runt's mouth, "Kiss the cane and thank me."

Trembling, runt planted a kiss on the same damn tool that had just shown her hell.

"Thank you for correcting me, Sir," she whispered through her tears.

And before she could overthink it, she leaned further towards him so she could reach his hand and planted a kiss there too, on the same hand that had just punished her mercilessly.

The curve of Edward's mouth lifted slightly --amused as much as he was charmed-- and he couldn't help it.

"Now you may apologise to me," he told her.

Runt rose slowly from the ottoman and clenched her jaws to stop herself from making any sound as she felt the sharp ache radiating through her body.

Her stiff muscles trembled with the effort, but she managed to get into the proper position he expected from her when she was apologising. She knelt before him and bowed deeply until she came to a full prostration, her forehead touching the floor, just next to his shoes.

"Please forgive me, Sir."

He let her strained in that position for a while until he could see her lithe body shaking before saying, "Now this is how I like my girl: sweet and humbled. You may get up, runt. I forgive you this time. Make sure there won't be a next time."

Runt was a mess when she lifted her head. Her hair disheveled and her eyes were glassy and rimmed with red. She looked as if she was holding herself together with sheer will. And Edward couldn't help himself.

With a firm yet tender touch, he raised her chin, forcing her to look directly at him. She looked at him like a lost little puppy. His little runt.

He placed a single finger to her lips and pressed down until it parted, until it hurt and she whimpered. He licked his bottom lip, eyes fixed on her.

"I want to take you. Go to the bedroom and wait for me there," he ordered curtly.

Runt blushed at the arrogancy in his voice as he named his intention; not asking for her permission, but informing her. And yet, it also did something to her body, in ways that she was not prepared to admit.

"Crawl."

She did not know if it was out of mercy or designed to humble her further but she knew she'd probably hobble if she tried to walk on her caned soles.

So runt crawled, humiliated.

Edward's gaze tracked the sway of her red, welted arse, then flicked to the matching flush of her soles as she retreated to the bedroom.

"Now, this is a beautiful sight," Edward murmured in appreciation at the sight that greeted him whe he joined runt in the bedroom.

She was kneeling on all fours in the middle of the bed with her crimson-marked arse raised in the air, her legs spread wide exposing her glistening holes.

Oh, she was wet. And there was no hiding it. Some of her pussy juice had already begun to cling to the soft skin of her inner thighs.

"With how wet you are, runt, one would have thought that you acted out on purpose to get punished," he teased, spreading her pussy to see how soaked it was while avoiding her clit on purpose.

Runt whimpered. ashamed that he could see how needy she was. But god, her cunt was throbbing. Her clit begging to be touched and her slicked hole to be filled. She heard him undressed and that made her clenched her cunt in anticipation.

"Needy little slut," he slapped her inner thigh, "Can't wait to be fucked, huh? You're really just a drippy little bitch in heat."

Runt moaned, gyrating her hips as if agreeing with his degrading remark. Edward enjoyed the show as he pulled open the nightstand drawer. He took out a bottle of lube and runt's leash.

Now fully hard and lubed, he clipped the leash to her collar with a practiced flick, and with the other hand, he looped the slack of the chain around his palm, wrapping it tightly once--then again--for a firmer grip until runt was forced to strain her neck back as not to choke.

"Need to look the part if you were going to be fucked like a bitch in heat, don't you agree?" Edward whispered in her ear, his hot breath against her skin making her shiver.

When Edward penetrated her, it was not gentle. He did not take her like a lover. He took her like she was a whore he paid for. He took her rough and frenzied. Primal and animalistic.

Runt choked out a moan when he hit her g-spot.

"That feels good?" he asked, pleased with himself at how he had successfully reduced her to a sex animal.

Runt moaned in response.

Her body was on fire. With every thrust of his cock, his thighs slapped against her welted arse but he fucked her so good her body was confused by the waves of pain and pleasure. It made her dizzy when the thought crossed her mind, that normal girls got to experience sex pain free while she only got to experience it without dignity; her pleasure tinted with pain because that's how he wanted it. It made her feel utterly owned.

"Dirty bitch. You enjoy being owned by a white man, don't you? You were dripping so much after your punishment. Yeah, all you need is a firm hand to discipline and take care of you. Look at you, just a sweet cunt for my white cock," Edward grunted as he kept up his punishing pace.

He reached out and hook a finger in her mouth, effectively fish-hooking her earning him a loud whine. Runt thrashed as if to throw him off her.

"Thirr!" she whined in protest, begging to be spared from this degradation.

"Tell me you love being owned by a white man."

"I wove being ohwned vy a vhite man," tears of shame started to pool in her eyes from this new humiliation.

"Tell me you love my white cock.'

"I wove your vhite cock, thirr!"

"God, you sound so stupid," he grunted, runt choked a sob.

"Keep on saying that until I cum. And you better make me believe you, runt."

"I wove your vhite cock, thirr!"

"Eugh! I wove your vhite cock, thirr!"

"I... eugh! wove... uh nnh... your vhite cock, thirrr!"

"Eugh! Eugh! I wove your white cock, thirr!"

It was obscene, the sound that echoed in the bedroom. Skin slapping with each thrust and runt mindless chant. Edward clenched his jaws. Runt was like a broken slut, losing herself in the degradation, the pain and the pleasure. Primal satisfaction washed over him as he took in what his colonial girl had been reduced to. He took in the contrast of their skin colours and mused how somehow the difference made it easier to treat her like this, the darker tone dehumanised her, making it easier to degrade her. She had to feel degraded having her mouth hooked, it gave her a stupid look and made her mantra unintelligible. But it only made him fuck her harder. No dignity and all for his pleasure.

"Ugh, take it you stupid cumdump," he cursed as he reached his climax inside her.

Runt slumped forward as soon as he unhooked his finger from her mouth. Cum dripping from her well-used hole when he pulled out, her thighs trembling slightly.

"Good girl," he patted her rump.

He moved to lie on one side of the bed, slouching against the headboard, eyes closed as he exhaled softly, regulating his breathing. When he opened his eyes again, his colonial girl was staring at him with puppy eyes.

He snorted and opened his arms, a silent invitation for her to crawl into his embrace. Runt stared at him for a moment as if conflicted but then without a word she curled into his arms, and he drew her close, tucking her head beneath his chin.

"Why did you have to be such a naughty girl."

They cuddled for a little bit. Runt pressed in closer, cheek to his chest, fingers tentatively brushing his ribs. He loved it when she was like this. Needy and clingy towards him. No sharp edges, no bratiness, just softness after he broke through her defenses.

The stillness did not last long. He felt her restless movement beside him even though she tried to hide it. The way she was squirming and wriggling, probably only now realising that she would not be finding any comfortable position for a while with her sore arse. That made him smile.

"Be grateful that I did not hurt your tits too," he whispered with eyes still closed.

Runt froze. She tilted her head up to peer at him. Feeling her gaze, Edward opened his eyes too. He looked down at her at the same time, and for a breath or two, neither of them spoke--just held each other's eyes, like the rest of the world had dimmed around them.

"Anything you want to say to me, runt?" he asked calmly, almost indulgent.

Runt shook her head but she was blushing again.

He noticed.

Runt felt the heat blooming across her face and cursed herself silently. She had just thought about how unfairly handsome he looked, even at his age. In fact, it made him more attractive.

And now she was turned on again. Stupidly. Ridiculously. Just from looking at him.

He raised an eyebrow. "No?"

She shook her head again, smaller this time, lips pressed together.

He didn't press, just smirked faintly, that knowing kind of smirk that made it worse.

"You sure?" he asked, tilting his head. "You're pink."

Runt squirmed. She could feel her pussy throbbed. Without even realising it, she was rubbing against his thigh slowly, instinctively. Her hips rolled in a lazy rhythm that she didn't even seem fully aware of. As if she was begging him silently for something that she was too embarrassed to say out loud.

Edward laughed.

"Horny slut."

Runt's face reddened.

Edward still had the amused smile on his lips when he shook his head and told her to straddle his thigh, "You can hump but you know the rules. No cumming unless I say so."

Her face was flushed and she could not help but wince at how taxing the position was for her sore arse, but she was finding it harder and harder to think with how good it felt for her cunt to make contact with his warm, hard thigh.

She started moving above him -- slow and needy. Her brown eyes darting shyly to meet his amused blue orbs.

Edward grabbed the leash still connected to her collar and tightened it in his grasp.

"You were crying earlier with Jack and Katie. Why? Did they do anything to you?" he asked.

Runt shook her head, "I was just overwhelmed, Sir..."

"Because you didn't get to cum?"

Runt nodded her head.

"Anything else?"

"... Because it was embarrassing, Sir. I felt like a toy in the hands of children," she confessed quietly, tears of shame welled in her eyes.

"Really? You didn't like feeling like a toy?" Edward teased, tweaking her right nipple, making her whined in protest.

"Hump harder. Make that little tits jiggle for me."

He leaned back to enjoy the view.

Runt breath hitched as she vigorously rutted against his thigh. Her tits jiggled with each movement. She wondered absentmindedly how she looked through his eyes. How lewd she must have appeared. But it only fueled her desire.

And Edward continued to stoke the fire in her.

"Ah, but runt. You are a toy. My little fucktoy. Look at you, humping my thigh and jiggling your tits for me. All for my viewing pleasure, and you might not even be allowed to cum. Does that not make you a toy? Something for entertainment?"

Runt whimpered brokenly, horrified at the idea that she wouldn't be allowed to cum, "Please, Sir..."

"My son seems to be interested in you. What do you think of him?" Edward suddenly asked.

Runt blushed, recalling the young man's heated gaze. "He looks like you, Sir," she whispered shyly, slowing down her humping so as not to cum without permission.

"Does he? Meaning you found him attractive?" Edward teased.

Runt's lips parted like she wanted to speak but then she didn't. Her face crimson. He noticed that she didn't object to his words.

Edward enjoyed the flustered look. He reached out to fondle her tits, making her moan.

"He can be a little soft-hearted. I think he needs to be taught how to treat women like you. You've never been with a young man, have you?"

Runt shook her head. Sighs dripping from her mouth, lost in the pleasure brought from his skilled fondling.

"No, you haven't," he murmured, taking one nipple in his mouth to suckle for a second, "because I was your first."

"But imagine us fucking you together. Spit-roasting you. He could take your pussy first while I gag you with my cock. You'd make beautiful noises. And I think you'd love it. Two white men taking your holes. A fucktoy for both father and son."

"Sir..." runt gasped, and he liked the way his title sounded in her throat, like a plea.

"Mm?" he whispered, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. "You like the sound of that? You're gonna come just like that? From rubbing against me like a needy little thing and imagining us spit-roasting you?"

She whimpered, and shamelessly nodded her head frantically.

"Go on then. Cum while you imagine yourself squealing like a little pig when my son and I took your holes from both end."

Her hips stuttered as she chased that last edge, that rush building in her lower belly -- hot, tight, unbearable.

And then--

She gasped, back arching just slightly as it broke over her. Soft little cries leaving her mouth as she came, trembling and grinding through it, her body shaking with the quiet intensity of it all.

She collapsed forward, landing on her owner's chest. Her cheek was pressed flat to his chest as she tried to catch her breath.

"I could hear your heart racing," Edward muttered.

And it was true. Her heart was racing real fast post-orgasm. She felt dazed and blissed-out. She stayed just like that. Draped over him, feeling small and pliant. She felt him stroke her hair and there it was again. The feeling of fondness towards her owner. This felt so intimate. And she enjoyed it. They stayed like that until their breaths fell into sync.

Slowly, his words came back to her. She shifted just enough to slide down and curl fully into his side. Her leg hooked over his, arm slung across his middle. Shamelessly taking chances to touch him and liberally demanding his affection.

Edward obliged, bringing her in tighter. One arm under her, one arm over.

"You're always clingy after sex," he murmured, voice amused but fond.

She pouted at his teasing and he just snorted. Silence settled in between them. Edward felt runt trace lazy patterns on his ribs with her fingertip and he let her. He did like his pet affectionate and clingy.

"He wasn't all that soft, y'know," runt suddenly said.

Edward glanced at her in question.

"Your son. He... he was assertive with me. And even threatened me with you when I didn't immediately obey him," runt confessed, her face flushed pink.

Edward grinned, pleased.

"Did he? Now that's my boy."

He tapped runt's nose, "I bet you love that, runt. You love white men dominating you, don't you?"

Her blush deepened, defiant and helpless all at once but once again, she didn't object. Her mind recalled the handsome young man who was the spitting image of her owner. Except now she was imagining him fucking her alongside his father.

Edward let out a quiet chuckle, "You're predictable, runt. Now, you haven't thanked me for letting you cum. Where are your manners?"

Chastised, runt rushed to grab her owner's hand, lifting it to her lips, wide brown eyes peering up at him. She pressed a kiss to his knuckles -slow and reverent- as she whispered her gratitude: "Thank you for letting me cum, Sir."