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PREVIOUSLY: After using Penny, Channah has teased her mercilessly to a fever pitch. Now she’s ready to close the deal. NOW:
“Thank you, my darling dear,” Channah giggled, “But I already know you want me. D’uh! Unfortunately, you’ve not answered the question I asked. Try again. I’ll even break it down for you.”
“Thank you, Domina, that would help,” Penny heaved a grateful sigh of relief, clearly trying to keep herself from getting overexcited, amusing Channah again.
“What do you want to do to express our love, Penny? As badly as I want to feel you in me, it would ruin us because I couldn’t bear to be reminded of what we’d lost. Is that what you want, Penance?” Tears gathered in her eyes as she asked it, the unthinkable.
“No—n-no!” Penny cried, panicked at the idea.
She smiled, reassured. “Oh, good. I was worried there for a moment.”
“You never. Have to worry about. That, Domina,” Penny huffed, controlling her breath to control her body, as she had promised her. “I could never do anything to hurt you.”
“But what do you want to do with me, Penny? Or do you want anything at all to do with me?”
‘Of course I do! I want to make you happy, Domina, that’s all I want, I promise.”
“But you already know what would make me happy.”
“I do,” he admitted, nodding and looking dazed. “It—it’s just—” he fell silent for a moment, and finally looked back up into her eyes and whispered with total sincerity: “I do. I want to make you happy. I want to be yours, totally and completely yours. I know that now.”
Her small, relieved, still-uncertain smile broke Penny’s heart. “How do you want to make me happy, Penny? What do you want to do?”
“I want—I want to give myself to you,” Penny’s voice broke. “I do, I really do—I don’t know if I can help but feel guilty and afraid of the sin, too—“
“Oh, Penny, my love!” she squealed, bending down and kissing her. “You’ve made me so happy! It’s all right, baby. Guilt is fine,” she waved dismissively. “Of course I know you’re going to struggle with it. If it didn’t wrack you with so much guilt, it wouldn’t be half as sweet, because it wouldn’t be such a sacrifice, darling! But I swear, you were made to be bullied, it’s the best thing for you—you need it—which is why you feel even more attracted to me than most…” she shrugged “call them ‘boys’.” She set Penny on cloud nine with another set of kisses “It means so much to me that you’re knowingly sacrificing your… well, your dignity, your pride… I’d say your manhood, if you’d ever shown any, but certainly, you’re forfeiting your very deepest moral principles for me. The worse you feel, yet still want to do it—you have to want to—with all your sweet little heart—”
“I do!” she hollered helplessly, needing this to end, needing it so badly she thought she would die, longing so much now Channah wouldn’t, couldn’t, touch her at all.
Her face broke into a radiant, soft smile. “Good. I’m so happy to hear you say that, sugar.”
And with that, she released Penny’s wrists and stood up over her so they weren’t touching at all, seeing and enjoying how Penny’s body unconsciously tried to follow her up as Penny whimpered and thrust her hips up as far as she could to try and keep any part of her in contact with Channah as long as she could. Channah used her hands to hold her dress up, as she looked down to inspect Penny, making a disapproving noise and shaking her head. “I thought so. You’ve made a mess!”
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, so, so sorry,” Penny blubbered sincerely, as Channah turned around. “I didn’t mean to, I promise, Domina!” And then Penny gasped, confronted with the sight of Channah’s magnificent, callipygian backside.
“I’m glad you like and respect it,” Channah sneered. “You should. But instead you’ve contaminated it. You know what comes next, what you need to do. Don’t you? But of course, it’s up to you, Penny. What do you think would please me? And once you know what that is, what do you want to do? Search your heart sincerely, Penny. I need your complete honesty, no matter what it does to us.”
It was only a second later, she felt Penny—at first, admittedly, a bit hesitantly; and then with more spirit, doing what she knew would make Channah happy.
“Thank you, Penny,” Channah said, rising back to her feet and turning around again, letting her skirts drop back into place, one boot on each side of Penny’s waist, facing Penny’s head. Considering her victim, and her special requirements, carefully, Channah firmly planted her boot right in the middle of Penny’s chest, before leaning down and resting her hand on her knee as she bent forward, her head a foot or two above Penny’s, looking and speaking seriously. “It’s time. If you’re ready, really ready to let yourself love me, get started, right now. Put up or shut up.”
“But—what should I do, Domina?” she wailed, desperately afraid of getting it wrong, but genuinely unsure.
Channah’s eyes twinkled at seeing Penny’s profound innocent sweetness emerge in yet another new and surprising way. “Idiot,” she whispered fondly, before turning back to cold bitch: “Beg, bitch. Beg hard. Harder than you’ve ever begged for anything in your whole, wimpy, pathetic life.”
Literature Section “06-96[X] Channah Makes Penny Beg for It”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 96 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 912 words::Explicit 1040 words—Accompanying Images: 1824-1827—Published 2025-05-20—©2025 The Remainderman. This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions. It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.