Page 331 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

He was too close to her. She could feel the dangerous energy flowing from him and shivering into her.

Stumbling back a half step, she nodded.

“You will do everything you are told, promptly, completely, and without argument.” He circled her and she turned with him, her knees so shaky it was a wonder how she continued to stand in front of him.

“I will,” she swore.

He stopped circling, and she stopped with him, not realizing she’d put her back to the guard who’d accompanied him into the room.

“Of course you will,” Travis assured. “You will, because you won’t ever want to receive this lesson again. Isn’t that right?”

She was nodding before her panicked brain deciphered the threat behind his question.

Strong arms grabbing her from behind, the guard heaved her feet completely up off the ground and pinned her arms to her sides as she was lugged deeper into the shed.

“What are you doing?” she shrieked, kicking and twisting, trying to break loose before they reached the dusty wooden work table she was being carried toward. “Don’t hurt me! Mr. Travis, please!”

The guard threw her up on top of it, but she was fighting now for all she was worth. Kicking and twisting as she was wrestled down flat on her stomach with the heavy weight of the guard lying on top of her. Travis grabbed her legs and together, they got her all the way up on the work table.

“Help me!” she screamed, high and warbly, the panic growing more and more violent as her hands were wrenched behind her back and tied together. A wide leather strap caught her around the waist, buckling her down. Another went over the backs of her thighs, then her shins, and another fastened around her neck, pinning her to the table so completely that she had little room to squirm and none at all to escape.

“Naughty, naughty girl,” Travis drawled.

She broke down, crying. She couldn’t see him. Her neck was strapped down too tightly; she couldn’t turn her head. But she could hear him, walking around her again until he rounded once more into her sight. He slightly bumped the twin chains hanging from the ceiling above the table; they clinked and gently swayed as Travis bent down, propping his forearms on the table. In his hands, he held what looked like a cane pole, almost four feet in length and as slender as her littlest finger.

At the foot of the table, the guard was stripping her out of her shoes and socks.

“You’ve pissed me off, Tabitha,” Travis said as she stared at the cane, whimpering, more frightened than she’d ever been in her life.

“Please don’t hurt me,” she begged.

“I had such high hopes for you,” he continued. “Young girl, smart girl.”

“I’m sorry!” she wailed. “I’ll be good.”

“You’ll be good?” he repeated, his smile almost gentling.

“I’ll do anything you want me to,” she wept. “I will. I promise!”

“Yes, sweetheart,” he replied, stroking her hair. “You’ll do it because the last thing you’re ever going to want is for me to have to whip you again.”

“Please don’t,” she begged, then screamed as he pushed himself backwards off the table. “Don’t hurt me, sir, Mr. Travis, sir! Please!”

Slashing the cane sharply through the air, he headed toward the foot of the table, where her now bare feet were sticking off the end.

She could barely move them, sliding them what few inches of movement she had, frantically back and forth and curling her toes up tight in a doomed effort to protect the tender bottoms as he took up his position beside them.

“Please,” she bawled.

“You’re gonna go to work and do a really good job for Bobby, now, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir, Mr. Travis, sir!”

He snapped the cane through the air again, the thinness of it making a terrible rending sound, almost as crisp as paper tearing. “You’re going to be on your best behavior for both him and me, aren’t you?”

“I promise,” she sobbed, pulling uselessly at her bonds.

“After work tonight, I want you to take the evening and really think about the situation.” He lay the cane across the soles of both her feet. She cringed, her toes curling tight. “Instead of the bus, you’ll walk home. If you’re not in your room and waiting for me by nine, I will hunt you down. You don’t want that, do you?”

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