Chapter 14: Anne - Siberia 7
He sits on the edge of the bed and drags me down across his lap, my back facing up.
There’s no time to think of what he’s going to do.
His palm comes down hard with a sharp crack, the sound echoing through the room, the sting blooming instantly across my skin.
A cry of pain leaves my lips before I can stop it.
Another slap lands just as hard, stealing the breath from my lungs. I jerk in his lap, more from shock than pain, but Dimitri tightens his grip around my waist, holding me firmly in place.
“Stay still,” he orders.
A third strike follows—harder than the first two.
Tears spring to my eyes, not just from the pain, but from the humiliation of it all. My face burns hotter than the skin he’s striking. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out, though a whimper slips through anyway.
I try to stay still—I really do—but the burning sting builds with each strike, and it hurts. My instincts take over. I reach back, covering my ass with my hands, desperate for a moment of relief.
“Remove your hands,” Dimitri growls. “Or I’ll cuff them.”
His tone is the kind that leaves no room for negotiation.
I hesitate—just for a second—before I obey, pulling my hands away and flattening them against the mattress. My shoulders tremble with fear.
“No more,” I whisper. “Please… I’ve learned my lesson.”
But Dimitri doesn’t believe me.
“I don’t think you have,” he says, and his palm comes down hard again, making me gasp.
It doesn’t take long for my gasp to turn into a choked sob as the next strike lands, hotter, sharper than the last. My body tenses involuntarily, breath catching in my throat.
He spanks me several times more, each blow sharper than the last. Fire starts to spread across my skin.
“It hurts,” I cry out in pain. “Please, no more!”
My pleas fall on deaf ears.
“Don’t make this harder on yourself!” he sneers.
I bite my lip until I taste blood, forcing myself not to move. My mind screams for escape, but my body is locked in place—too afraid to disobey again.
“I said I’m sorry,” I whisper, blinking through tears. “Please, Master… I’m trying to be good.”
His hand glides over the reddened skin, slow, almost gentle.
“You’re not here to try,” he says, voice lowering. “You’re here to obey. To do as told.”
The next strike is unexpected—just when I thought he might be done—and I cry out, loud and broken.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Dimitri murmurs. “But I will if it’s the only way you will learn.”
His hand settles on the small of my back, firm and grounding.
“Will you enter the cage now?”
“Yes,” I whisper, without hesitation.
“Sit up.”
My limbs are slow to respond, heavy with exhaustion, but I manage to rise from his lap, wiping at my cheeks with trembling fingers. My ass aches from the spanking—hot, bruised, and sore.
He watches me closely, his expression unreadable.
“If you start to obey,” he says evenly, “things won’t have to be this hard next time.”
My throat is too tight to speak, so I nod—just once. Just enough to satisfy him. Then I say, “Yes, Master.”
“Good girl,” he murmurs, almost too softly to hear.
He praises me, and it shouldn’t mean anything—shouldn’t make me feel like anything—but it does. It makes me feel good. Too good.
I don’t know which unsettles me more–the shame burning in my chest…or the flicker of pride that comes from hearing Dimitri call me good girl.
Dimitri moves closer to the cage and holds the door open for me.
My eyes linger on it, dread pooling in my stomach like ice water. The metal gleams under the low light of the room. The very thought of crawling into that confined space makes my entire body tremble.
I don't want to move. I can’t.
But I must.
My knees feel like they’re made of glass as I lower myself to the floor. The ache from the spanking sharpens with every shift of my body, but I crawl forward anyway, slow and shaky.
I force myself to enter the cage, and Dimitri closes it behind me.
The space is so small, I’m forced into a fetal position. Even if I can see the room perfectly clear, the walls of the cage press down on me. I try not to think that I’m locked up.
“Can… can I have a blanket?” I dare to ask since I hate being cold. I always wear socks, even in the summer.
“I would have given one to you if you had entered the cage when I told you so. Tonight, you will sleep without one.”
His gaze lingers on me for a little longer before he disappears behind a door that I assume is the bathroom. When I hear the shower, I allow myself to cry myself to sleep. Not that sleep comes easily. In fact, it avoids me.
Why is this happening to me? I know I was a jealous bitch in the past, and my actions led to the death of Isla, but I am no longer that person. So why am I still punished for something I already paid for?
My sobs turn into a full-out panic attack.
Breathe!
I am trying, but I need Arthur. And socks. And to be far away from here.
Three things you can see.
The cage.
The chains.
The sex swing.
Two things you can touch.
The cage.
The floor.
One thing you can hear.
The shower.
You did so well. Continue to breathe.
Slowly, my breathing returns to normal and my tears dry on my face. By the time Dimitri returns from the bathroom, I am calm enough to pretend that I’m asleep.
He gets into bed without telling me a word and moments later, he’s talking on his phone in Russian.
“I called to see how you are doing,” he says to someone. A couple of seconds pass before he adds, “I’ll be out of the city for a couple of months since I have to train a new pornai.”
The person on the other line is a woman because I can hear her angry tone but I can’t make out what she’s saying.
“This is the last one,” Dimitri tries to appease her. He lets out a sigh before he asks, “How much do you need?” A small pause. “Fine, I’ll transfer you the money in the morning. Now turn on the camera and let me see the dress you said you bought for me.”
I’m pretty sure he’s talking to his fiancée.
I assume she turns on the camera since Dimitri says, “You look sexy. Now let me see how you look without it.”
He puts the phone on speaker since her voice is now loud. “Do you like what you see?”
“You know that I find you very beautiful. Now, show me your pussy. I miss it.”
She laughs. “If you miss it so much, why don’t you come to see me?”
“Soon,” he promises.
It doesn’t take long for them to have phone sex, while I lie there in the cage, listening to both of them talk dirty and touching themselves until they cum.
During this time, I don’t dare say a word.
When Dimitri finally finishes his conversation, he turns off the lights, and moments later, I hear him snoring softly.
I bite my fist as I try to cry in silence.
You will survive this. Just like you always did.
Why would I want to keep surviving when all I know is abuse and never love?
You are loved.