AN: Must admit the scene at the start of this chapter is one of my favourite that I've ever written! It gives me giggles every time I read it because I can so see Sassy Ana thinking she's getting one up on Christian only for him to prove her wrong.

Chapter Nineteen

"That's it, Ana, listen to your body. Your body wants to come, come again for me!" Christian had been sitting opposite her, watching her standing legs tied open, arms tied to her side. She was on what felt like her millionth orgasm and her body was betraying her mind by shaking violently again. He'd hooked her up to a Doxy Wand and was watching as she came over and over again. A puddle of her cum soaked the floor and splashed on her feet. The machine sucking it out of her after every, intense orgasm. She could barely stand anymore, her knees hurt, her back hurt. Everything bloody hurt. But Christian was loving this and so was she. His eyes dragged over her salaciously every time she began to contort and he happily sat there, his penis in his hand being lovingly played with and despite the fact she was exhausted, and struggling against the wand, she didn't want this scene to come to an end and every time she started to vibrate around the wand she remembered this was her punishment for being a bratty little sub.

This was a punishment for refusing to have an orgasm, her orgasms belong to Christian and he was making damn sure she knew that. It had all started when Christian had said he was tired. Ana had decided to be a little sassy and called him 'an old man' and Christian had decided his cheeky little sub needed to learn a lesson. He'd gone to grab her and she'd run realising her mistake, but it was too late to take it back. Christian won, he'd caught her, then shoved her face-first onto the bed, kicking her legs open with his own as she struggled through her giggles. He'd pinned her wrists to the bottom of her back. Of course, Ana knew she was safe, if she wanted it to stop she only needed to safeword. But Ana wouldn't, she loved this, the Domination Christian was showing her had stepped up a gear. He started fucking her hard from behind, she'd writhed and squirmed against him but Christian just smacked her extremely sore ass every time she tried to escape. He told her that little brats had to be punished, reminded that they belonged to their Dom and their Dom ought to be respected. Ana had bitten back, said respect had to be earned and he wasn't doing a good job of earning it. Ana had nearly fainted when he threatened to clamp her tongue. Her body had also started to betray her, she was soaking wet and while Christian pummelled her she had lost all resistance. Then he told her to have an orgasm. Deciding it would be the ultimate retaliation she fought it, Christian tried everything to get her to give it up. He'd spanked her, pulled her hair, massaged her clit but somehow, digging some intense strength from somewhere she'd held it back and then when Christian squirted deep inside her she'd decided it was funny and laughed, she thought she'd won.

How wrong she had been. Christian had been furious and had frog marched her over to what he called 'the O Tower'. Ana now knew what that meant, it was stealing her orgasms! He'd started slowly, the Doxy had been on a hum that rose and fell in intensity causing more frustration than it did anything else. Then when the first orgasm had ripped through her body he'd come over, changed the setting to full power which meant a continuous strong vibrate and then he'd pulled up a chair to watch. Every time she started to vibrate he told her to orgasm for him, to give him what was his. When she would start to recover, he would remind her that her orgasms belonged to him and she was never to deny them to him when he asked for them.

After the third orgasm, fluid had gushed out of her and Ana had been humiliated and embarrassed till she looked at Christian who had been delighted by her body's betrayal. It had never happened to her before, but she could tell by Christian's reaction it was a good thing. By the fifth orgasm, she had been begging him to stop, her natural instinct was to say 'no' as each orgasm started to build and after a quick sidebar to remind her to safeword if she'd reached her limit he continued to push her. Christian and Ana were both confident in knowing the difference between her repeated 'no' and safewording. Her 'no' was in response to the growing intensity of her orgasms, not that she wanted it to actually stop. She'd reached screaming point ages ago. Her orgasms would fluctuate between being incredibly deep and full and then be sharp and focused. It was crazy and intense, she didn't know how much longer she'd be able to carry on. Who would give in first, her or Christian? She knew not to go beyond her limit and she wouldn't, she'd safeword if she needed to, but her stubbornness meant her limit would be a little further than in a normal scene. She'd still fight her orgasms and whenever Christian caught her he'd go up to her, tweak her tight little nipples and then she'd give in. Of course, she'd stopped fighting now, she didn't have the strength too anymore, all her strength was being used in keeping this up, allowing the punishment to take place because despite how much she hated and loved it simultaneously, she knew she deserved it.

"Have you learned your lesson?" Christian asked as he wiped his cum off his hands, he'd come just watching her and had she not been hooked up to this machine she'd maybe have asked if she could clean it up for him because the idea of servicing him like that made her excited.

"Yes." Ana meowed, she was edging closer to her limit now and while she'd been a stubborn little sub so far, she knew it wouldn't be much longer before she would have to give in, the question was whether she or Christian would give in first.

Christian smirked, this had been a good lesson for Ana and he was quite pleased with himself for coming up with it in the moment. He was starting to see that Ana was pushing herself though, she was clearly incredible stubborn and he knew he would, as any responsible Dom should, bring the scene to an end before she pushed herself too far. That was his responsibility.

"What lesson was that?" He asked just as another orgasm crashed over her, she tried to scream but her voice was hoarse now and while her mouth open wide, very little sound came out

"My orgasms belong to you." Ana hiccupped, no more, she wouldn't be able to cope with anymore. "Please Sir…" Her safeword was at the tip of her tongue, but this was her punishment and while she wanted to be stubborn, she also knew she deserved the discomfort of this for displeasing her Dom. Her orgasms did belong to him and she'd been a brat in refusing to give it to him when he had asked.

Knowing the next word out of her mouth was likely to be yellow he went over and turned the machine off. Ana immediately began to weep and he'd quickly undone her restraints. It was time for a bath, they both needed it and they both needed some time for love.

"I'm sorry." Ana whispered into his ears as he lifted her exhausted body into his arms. "I'm sorry I displeased you, I'm sorry I denied you my orgasm." She explained and he kissed her head lightly as he carried her through to the bathroom.

"It's over." He told her and she nodded, she knew that, it had been a punishment and now she'd completed that, it was all over.

Damn, she had to stop drifting back to that memory! Especially sitting in the House of Commons during PMQ's. She gently patted the back on her hand on her cheeks knowing she was flushed just from the memory. Her insides clenched hungrily, and she knew that if she wasn't careful there would be an obvious damp patch on the seat beneath her. The forced orgasms may have been a punishment but damn she'd enjoyed it, especially knowing it had pleased Christian and taught her a very important lesson which was that her orgasms belonged to him and sassing him and denying him wouldn't end well for her.

It had been four whole days since Christian and Ana had left their little dungeon play space and Ana was in a flump, if she wasn't remembering back and fantasising she was feeling extremely bereft. She hated this, work had taken her off again and she felt desperately like she was missing a part of her. Christian had also been busy, he'd been neglecting his accounting work and with the start of the new fiscal year he was starting to worry about how much work he had to catch up on. Wriggling on the green leather bench caused her to remember how Christian had spanked her. She was still a little sore and wearing a dress without knickers so that she could limit the ache.

"As you're very own Education Secretary stated, the new Magistrates Powers Bill risk criminalising people who deserve our dignity and support. Do you agree with me Prime Minister that the Bill needs to be relooked at before it is read in this House so that we can ensure that there is sufficient support for the vulnerable?"

Ana's mind had drifted to when Christian had spanked her, but she was pulled back into the House of Commons by the use of her title. She seethed. How dare she use what she'd said on Question Time against the Prime Minister? And what was worse is she had no right to reply either, only the Prime Minister could respond.

"The Country can no longer support the rehabilitation of criminal drug users only for them to land back in court again after treatment. The evidence shows that the majority of those sentenced to a rehabilitation facility re-offend within six months and even more within a year. While rehab is a successful treatment option for addicts it must be by those who choose by their own free will to attend, otherwise, the chances of success are that much less. Victims do not end up in the Magistrate Court, only criminals do."

Ana gulped hard. Her face was bright red and no longer because of her arousal. She had been forgiven for what had happened on Question Time after the way she had handled the terror incident. The PM had little choice but to ignore her transgression against the Government and Collective Responsibility when newspapers across the country had referred to her as 'the heart of the country the soul of Parliament' (one of Ana's least favourite headlines)

But now the opposition was using her words and that would not be ok, not with the Prime Minister or other members of the Government. She wanted the ground to swallow her whole. She felt eyes not only of those opposite but those on her benches piercing her, like daggers.

Ana kept a stoic look on her face, kept her head up and her shoulders back. No one in this room would know what she was thinking, no one would see her shame or her anger. Having the members opposite use her words against her Party was an embarrassment. There was no way she would be able to get away with it now.

Thankfully, people started turning away from her when the next question was asked and she could try not to think too much about what had happened. That of course was impossible, her mind was racing now, she would be in trouble. Naturally, she expected a proper dressing down and a warning about supporting the Government or it would be suggested that she hand in her resignation. She worried about what was to come for the rest of the session and when it was finally time to leave Ana couldn't move out of her seat fast enough.

She was going to her Commons office to hide for a bit, she needed to think and probably wait for a summons to someone's office to discuss this issue. She'd been stupid, speaking her mind like that in a public forum. Maybe acting lessons would be a good idea so that she could learn to say the Government's position and fight them where she was supposed to, in the Cabinet office.

"Ana wait up!" She heard as she made her way for the stairs, she just wanted to get out of there. Groaning inwardly, she turned around to see the Shadow Education Secretary Mathew Boyd rushing towards her. "Jesus you can move when you want to." He panted and half laughed as he arrived by her. She just raised her eyebrows, she wasn't in the mood right now to deal with this.

"What do you want?" She asked dryly. She had a lot of communication with Mathew as her Shadow Cabinet Counterpart, she had to keep him informed of everything going on in her department. It was a pain because he was always so interested and often had lots of suggestions on the things she was doing. He annoyed her.

"To talk about you." He said, Ana's head tipped to the side and confusion washed over her face, what the hell? "Listen, we've all noticed a change in you over on the opposite side." He said but Ana didn't say anything, just continued to look with utter confusion written on her face. "Lots of people starting to say you're sitting on the wrong side of the House."

Ana's eyebrows popped up, had he really just said that?

"Don't look so surprised." He chuckled. "I saw what you tried to do for those Birmingham kids, then rumour is you've tried to get more funding for veterans? Come on Ana, don't tell me you're a true Conservative. Your actions recently suggest you're a socialist at heart."

"I'm not even having this conversation with you." Ana said shaking her head softly. "I am a Conservative." She stated before turning on her heels and going back to her office.

Kate was waiting for her when she got there, it was obvious she was concerned because it was written all over her face.

"You'll never guess what just happened." Ana said already making her way over to her seat to sink into it. The day so far had been long and she still had a million things to be getting on with. "Mathew Boyd cornered me on the way out of PMQs, told me I was sitting on the wrong side of the house and that he thinks that I'm a socialist." Ana snorted, though she wasn't sure why. The truth was she wasn't sure she knew the real difference between socialism and conservativism anymore, in her mind, it had all been blurred into simple politics, right-wing or left-wing who cared?

"Well, he may be right." Kate said which cause Ana to glare at her. "Oh, come on Ana, you can't think that your actions recently have been very Conservative can you? Look at the things you've tried to achieve recently, trying to get funding for homeless vets, trying to fund SEN teachers after Birmingham. They're not exactly in line with the Conservative mantra of balancing the books and reducing the deficit."

Ana huffed, she was not a socialist. Just because she believed that helping people sometimes should take priority over austerity did not mean she was sitting on the wrong side of the House.

"Maybe you should take some time to look at what the Labour Party stands for, look through their manifesto and compare it with the Conservative one and see which one you believe is right." Kate said quietly.

"Oh, Jesus Christ Kate." Ana was not in the mood for this. "I am not a socialist." She said before clicking her tongue and dropping into her seat.

"Ok maybe you're not, but I think you're anti-capitalist and anti-austerity." Kate said quietly.

"Kate it sounds to me like you're trying to convince me I'm in the wrong political party." Ana said rubbing at her temples, she was getting a headache from all of this drama.

"I don't know about that." Kate shrugged. "I just think that recently you haven't been very Conservative in the way you've been doing things. Conservatives believe in Capitalism, allowing private bodies to deliver services for profit. You have been fighting for the Government to have more control in areas that are being sold off. Like the rehabilitation Bill, we all know that's a backdoor to allowing Rehab facilities that are public owned to be sold off to private companies to profit from."

"But Kate, I'm not against the Bill as a whole." Ana sighed. "Just the bit where vulnerable people will be sent to prison because a judge can't send them to rehab."

"Yeah, the exact part of the Bill that is necessary to be able to sell off the service." Kate explained because it was true that if magistrates continued to have the power to force criminals into rehab it would be near impossible to sell it to the private sector, first because they wouldn't want to be associated with criminal drug and alcohol rehabilitation and secondly because the public would be more pissed about it than if they just became normal private rehabilitation centres.

Ana's head was spinning. This was all too much to cope with, at the end of the day she'd been a Conservative party member since she was seventeen years old. She'd been groomed to believe in the party values of capitalism and free trade above all else. Now she was facing down people telling her that while she'd been groomed for the Conservatives her heart may lie elsewhere. This was crazy to her.

Deciding it wasn't worth anymore thought for now she turned to her desk and got to work. She had enough on her plate without adding to it. She responded to some of the important emails that Hannah had sent down from the constituency and she was so excited that finally, they'd opened their own little foodbank which volunteers ran from the constituency office every weekday thanks to a local supermarket who donated any surplus, things that were past their sell-by date but still perfectly good to eat, it was really taking off and as it was just being called 'Free Food' rather than a 'Foodbank' they were getting people who may have had shame going to a foodbank coming along. Ana felt it was a win all around.

But then again, the Conservatives believed people didn't need foodbanks unless they'd put themselves in that situation. Why anyone would leave themselves with so little money they couldn't afford to eat was beyond comprehension. These people were not there by choice, life's crappy circumstances put them there. Yet, her Party couldn't see that.

A new email appeared in Ana's inbox and her mouth dried when she saw where it had come from. She knew she was going to be in trouble with the Labour member having used the QT words against her. However, she was being invited to attend no10 in the morning, before the Cabinet Meeting. This couldn't be good at all if the Prime Minister herself was stepping in.

"Kate, I'm to go to no ten for eight am tomorrow morning." Ana said nervously. Kate looked up from her own computer, her eyes wide with surprise. "Shit."

"Don't worry I'm sure it will be fine." Kate reassured gently but her face betrayed her words, Kate was worried too.

Deciding enough was enough Ana emailed back and confirmed she would be there before packing up her belongings. She needed a break from politics and her bed was already calling her name from Baker Street.