Page 31 of Master My Love

“I’m somewhere between green and yellow. Isn’t that blue?”

His full-throated laughter made her smile, despite her predicament.

“Is everything okay here?”

Another intruder, this time a man. Val knew the soft baritone belonged to Master Thomas from class. Never having been so exposed in front of a stranger in her life, she pulled at her restraints, wanting desperately to get up, but they held fast.

Eric either saw or sensed her alarm and rested his hand on her lower back, lightly massaging as he addressed the newcomer. “We’re fine. More so, in fact. My sassy little newbie is delightfully entertaining; you know the type.”

“I doindeed; sweetness, sass, with a hint of a brat is my favorite brand of submissive. Congratulations on finding her. I’ll leave you be.”

Val, who had been holding her breath ever since the man had spoken, shivered with mortification. She didn’t need to see to know she had a rosy-red butt, was entirely bare, thanks to the loss of her panties, and her womanly parts were wet and on full display; he couldn’t have missed it.

Eric’s hand slid up her spine then down again. “You came close to panicking when Thomas walked up. Are you still blue?”

“I am, nowthathe’s gone, master. I’m not used to being seen like this.”

“I imagine not. Although I am not an avid exhibitionist, Ienjoy scenes. The members expect it of me every so often. I also do demonstrations. My submissive would need totake part, of course.” He continued stroking her back when he asked, “Would that be a problem for you?”

“It would take getting used to.”

“You are lovely. Whoever commands your submission would be the envy of all the Decadencedoms and quite a few mistresses as well.”

“Like Mistress Tara?”

“Why do you ask? Did she say something to you?”

She hesitated. Perhaps he frowned upon gossip.

“Valerie, when I ask a question, I expect a response.”

“She took an instant dislike to me, and seemed eager to punish me, master. Maybe I’m reading too much into it.”

“I doubt it. She has an affinity for tormenting novicesubmissives. I’ve had to counsel her before. Don’t worry about her bothering you further; I’ll handle it.”

This should have made her relax, but it seemed odd carrying on a conversation with her bare, freshly spanked bottom sticking up in the air. Eric took it in stride, the picture of nonchalance as he selected the flogger, which at some point he’d hung from a hook on the side of the bench.

“We’ve been chatting, so I’ll need to warm you up a bit,” was her only warning before his hand connected with her bottom, instantly reigniting the burning ache in her pussy. A smarting swat landed on her upper thigh and she yelped. Several more followed on both sides before Eric paused and rubbed her hot flesh.

“Time to up the ante, sweet Valerie. I don’t expect you to count these, but Iexpect you to take your punishment without too much carrying on.Tears and some noise are expected, but no screaming, name-calling, or cursing. Understood?”

“I’d never—”

“You can’t make that claim, never having been flogged before. Am I right?”

“Yes, master. Will it hurt so much I’ll want to curse and scream?”

“Pain is subjective, and everyone has a different threshold. I’m using a lightweight flogger for beginners. You’ll likely feel the sting, more than with the paddle and less than the crop. As for being scared, a little apprehension is expected.” He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, something she especially liked. Once again, she felt the brush of his breath in her ear. “I’ve done this before, sprite. And, as always, you have yoursafewordsif things get to be too much.Any more questions?”

“A million.”

She thought she heard him chuckle as he stood but couldn’t be sure because the lash made a swishing sound a split second later. The tails struck with a solidthwap.Val was relievedthe sensation was mild, created a negligible warmth, and felt rather nice.

Minutes later, as the multi-tailed lash fell faster, she decidedshe must have been mistaken. Each ribbon brought fire to her already stinging flesh. Tears stung her eyes after several more strokes. Squirming atop the bench, she almost called yellow.

But the sensation abruptly changed, becoming lighter, almost soothing as mostly the tips danced over her skin. Had she become numb to the pain?

Then it changed again. Each stroke landed with a dullthwap, penetrating more deeply. As it continued, the steady, repetitive sound became comforting in its predictability. It calmed her, and the fire in her bottom coalesced with the thuddy blows into a sensual heat. Much like a deep tissue massage at the spa.

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