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section of her hair and pulled, forcing her head back and mouth open.  Rand then pushed the strip of petticoat into her mouth, tying it in a bow behind her head.  Patting her hair, he ignored Lily's muffled protests. 
    "Place your hands on the bed rails," he ordered as he rose from the bed and moved to stand at the foot.  "If I see you move them even once, I will tie you up and leave you that way for the rest of the night." 
    Lily mournfully nodded her head, unable to speak.  She dutifully placed her hands on the rails and lowered her head to the pillow, crossing her legs in a futile attempt to hide her vulnerability.  He watched as her cute little toes clenched and unclenched nervously.  Rand tested the weight of the heavy hairbrush in his hand, adjusting his grip on the handle.  He laid a restraining hand on Lily's upper thigh and raised his arm.
    With her head buried in her pillow, Lily did not see the first smack coming before she felt it.  The hairbrush made an awful cracking sound the moment it connected with the soft flesh of her bottom.  No one heard her muffled screams as her tongue flicked obscenely over the fabric gag between her stretched lips.  Rand continued to roast her bottom with the flat of the hairbrush till it was crimson and bruised.  Lily was sobbing incoherently as she gripped the rails of the bed until the knuckles of her shaking hands were white. The unforgiving, hard wooden hairbrush made her cheeks throb and sting.  When he was finished, Rand removed the gag, allowing her to breathe more easily.  He lifted her onto his lap, knowing by Lily’s hiss of discomfort her bottom would suffer long for her disobedience. 
    "Shhh....calm down, little one," Rand said, as he smoothed Lily's hair back and gently kissed the corners of her lips where the gag had left angry red marks.  The heat radiating from her punished bottom radiated to his cock through his trousers.  "Your punishment is over.  Now you get to show Papa how obedient you can be."
    Rand rose and gently placed her on her stomach.  He then grabbed Lily's hips and raised them, forcing her up on her knees with her shoulders and head pressed against the bedcovers.  The movement brought another groan of pain from Lily as the swollen and red skin across her bottom stretched from the exposed position.  She then felt him beside her once more and without a word of warning, he placed a fresh strip of petticoat across her eyes, plunging her into darkness. 
    Leaning over her from behind, Rand wrapped a hand around Lily's throat and whispered into her ear, "You're mine.  Submit to me and I will make you whole."  He bit her earlobe then licked the small wound before releasing her. 
    Lily knew in that moment, he was her salvation - that submitting to his will had strengthened, not weakened her.  Before him she had no identity; she was just a faceless maid without even a true name.  She became Lily through his eyes, his strength, his intensity.  
    She could hear him moving about the room, opening a glass jar and rummaging through a wooden box. 
    "Lily, I want you to reach back and open your cheeks,” he instructed.
    Lily reached back, very gingerly grasping her burning cheeks to pull them apart. She knew what he wanted would be painful, but she would endure, for him.
    Seeing her supplicated before him, her reddened cheeks grasped in her own small hands with her tiny puckered hole exposed and quivering as she shook with resigned sobs, Rand felt a primal need to protect and master.  He had to restrain himself from plunging his cock deep into her unprepared bottom that very moment.  He wanted her complete submission, to feel her strain to accept his cock - to take the pain, to offer it to him, to submit.  He knew that waiting would only increase both of their pleasure.
    Rand pulled his cock from his trousers and grasped the thick shaft with his right hand.  He placed his left hand on Lily's lower back with his thumb just grazing the