Baby Girl

Nine

Over the next few days, Dominic had me learning how to fire a gun, today was the first day I was actually going to shoot it, at targets. I was lucky he had his own shooting range.

“Remember to just relax and breath,” Dominic told me.

I nodded, before taking a deep breath lifting the gun with my dominant hand while my other one was underneath. Looking at the target, I fired the gun. The aftershock sent me tumbling back a little, I knew I missed the target.

“Damn it,” I muttered.

Dominic sucked in a breath, he gently grasped my shoulders, “Breath darling, focus.”

“I tried, maybe I shouldn’t do this,” I replied as I looked at him.

“No, you need to learn this especially if I can’t be there or the guards,” he growled.

I gulped, “Yes sir.”

I took a deep breath and went back into position again, lining myself up with the target, closing one eye to see it better. Once I was calm enough I fired the gun, shooting the target left of the corner.

“Better, but watch me,” Dominic replied as he grabbed his gun from his holster.

Without warning he framed himself, firing the gun. Hitting the target dead on. My mouth dropped. This was crazy.

“You see how my body is calm and it’s framed to where I want to go, that’s what you need to do darling,” Dominic said.

I sighed and grabbed the gun once again, Dominic’s hands helped me into position, grasping my hand to make it firm and strong. “Deep breath in, don’t think about it.”

I nodded taking another deep breath firing the gun, I squealed when it hit the target dead on. “I did it.”

Dominic chuckled at my excitement, “Well done darling.”

“Boss I’m sorry to interrupt but we have a problem,” James spoke as he walked up.

Dominic’s head turned to his direction, “What is it James?” He asked.

“We believe there is a mole in the mafia,” James replied.

“A mole, how is that possible?” Dominic asked.

“I’m not sure boss, but someone has been leaking information. That’s what we believe, that’s how Allison was shot sir,” James bowed his head.

Dominic growled lowly, “Do you know who it is?” He asked.

“No sir, we are still working on it. We are tracing everyone’s phones or who we believe they’ve had contact with,” James looked at me, before looking back at Dominic.

Which made me frown, did he think it was me? Why would I send someone to shoot me?

“Sir, I need to use the restroom,” I replied.

“Go ahead darling,” Dominic replied.

I left the two of them to speak while I headed to the restroom. I sighed and opened the door to the restroom, locking it behind me.

****

When we got back to Dominic’s house, he said nothing causing me to frown at him. Have I done something wrong? His jaw was clenched. I always try and be good. I didn’t understand.

"Office," was all he said when we walked in the door.

I frowned but I followed him up the stairs to his office.

"Strip."

"Yes, Master," I replied, trying to show him my eagerness to submit.

"Strip and hand me each piece of clothing one at a time. You'll earn your privilege to clothes once I am satisfied you have learned your lesson."

Lesson? What lesson? I pulled off my flashy tank top first and handed it to him. Dominic reached into a drawer in his desk and pulled out a handful of large Ziploc bags. He put the top inside one of them and shut it, impatiently gesturing for me to keep going. I shimmied out of my short skirt, and my silk bra and panties, all of which he put into separate bags. When I was finished, standing naked before him, he picked up all the bags containing my clothes and put them into a cabinet, locking the door with a key he had in his pocket. He reached into another desk drawer and produced a black, silk blindfold.

I turned around and he put the blindfold over my eyes. "Go up to the bedroom," Dominic ordered.

I walked forward tentatively, trying not to trip or crash into anything. Dominic gave me a big shove, and I slammed into the wall.

"I don't have all f*****g night," he whispered into my ear.

"I'm sorry, Master," I told him and continued to walk forward, this time quicker so as not to anger him anymore.

My ankle caught onto the leg of a table, and I crashed to the ground. I positioned myself on my hands and knees to get back up, but I felt my Master's foot on my back, pushing me down to the floor. "I want you to crawl upstairs, you clumsy whore."

Whore? Why was he calling me a w***e?

"Yes, Master."

Eventually I made it to the bedroom, Master following me all the way there. Dominic ordered me to lie on the bed, with my legs spread like the slut I am. I obeyed. I heard him rifling around in his night table drawers until I heard the clanking sounds of what had to be handcuffs. Indeed, he grabbed my wrist and clamped a cold, metal handcuff around it, as tight as it would go around my tiny wrists. He attached the other part of the cuff to the bedpost, and then did the same for my other wrist. Then I felt the rubbery taste of a ball gag in my mouth. Dominic fastened it around me head so tight that I was almost choking. I heard his footsteps leave the room and I was left to lie there in fear and anticipation at what he was planning.

It seemed like he was gone for hours. My scared feelings gave way to tired ones. I tried and tried to stay awake, but I kept zoning in and out.

A loud sharp SMACK jolted me awake.

SMACK.. SMACK.. SMACK

I cried out with each smack against my skin, “Master, why?”

“Don’t question me!” He growled.

heard Dominic walk over to me. I felt the cool leather of the paddle tickle against my p***y and I immediately began to feel horny, and my fear about my punishment turned to desire. Before I could think anymore, I heard a loud SWISH in the air, and the paddle came down hard and fast on my p***y. I tried to cry out, but the ball gag muffled me.

A violent hand snatched the blindfold away, and I could now see Master hovering over me, a wild, violent look in his eye.

"So, darling. You think you can try and convince me you are good, James told me about how there was a mole."

Mole? He thinks I’m the mole.

“Master pl..” I was cut of by another loud SMACK

Against my skin causing me to cry out.

“Don’t lie to me,” he growled once again

"But you continue to disobey me, like the slut you are. That is unacceptable. You will have to be punished." Dominic held up his paddle, big and leathery, with holes in it to make it less wind-resistant, so he could cause me more pain. The holes were arranged in such a way to spell "SUB", so whenever he paddled me, "SUB" was spelled out across my body. With his hardest paddlings, the letters didn't go away for days.

A devilish smile crept across Dominic’s face as he crawled on top of me and straddled me. I could feel him growing hard through his pants. For once I was glad the gag was in place because it covered my ravenous moans. I could feel myself start to get wet. Master raised the paddle above his head and brought it down swift and fast over my left tit.

SMACK!

A stifled scream escaped me once again.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

He paddled my breasts over and over again, tears of pain ran down my face as I cried, my screams kept trying to break free from the gag. With a strong grip, Dominic grabbed the ball gag and yanked it out of my mouth, the leather snapping. Instantly my screams sounded throughout the room.

"Oh my slave, the sounds of your screams makes me so hard," he told me, rubbing his groin up and down my body, so I could feel his ever-hardening c**k.

Dominic raised the paddle again and continued to go to town on my chest. Small bruises were also starting to form. I was getting numb from the pain. After what seemed like an eternity, Dominic finally relented.

A knock at the door caught him off guard, “What!” He shouted.

“Sir, you need to see this,” William called out from behind the door.

Dominic looked at the door and me, “Stay here!”

D O M I N I C

I left the room, I was livid with Allison. How dare she defy me? Make me believe she was a good person. She was nothing more than a lying butch. Who deserved every punishment in the world.

William handed me the photos he had found, looking at them. I noticed it was Jackson and Taylor. My ex girlfriend Taylor talking. They were handing to each other pieces of paper.

“What are they doing?” I asked.

“I’m not sure but I think Jackson is the mole, people have seen Taylor all over the estate. They meet in private and chat,” William spoke.

My heart began to pound as I realised I had made a huge mistake, “What about Allison? Is she any part of this?” His mouth was dry.

“No sir, we looked through her phone records and all we could find was websites on books and clothing. She doesn’t message anyone apart from you,” William replied.

I looked at the pictures again before I paled, “Find Taylor and Jackson!” I shouted.

William nodded and walked away. I headed back inside the bedroom where Allison was crying. Her skin was red raw from the paddle marks.

“Allison,” I whispered.

Walking over towards her, her body flinched as my fingers touched her skin.

“Master.. please don’t hurt me no more. I’m a good girl. I promise,” her voice was weak. “My body hurts.. I,” before she could finish her eyes rolled back causing me to panic.

“Allison! Allison!” I shouted.