Xavier watched Mae shift nervously as she stood beside the wooden horse, which he’d moved into the middle of the room. The top was a two-by-six piece of cherrywood that was turned on its side so the upper surface was the narrower two-inch face. There were rings set into the underside of the crosspiece and along the edges of the slanted legs. Xavier left the cuffs on her wrists and ankles, but decided against binding her to the convenient tie points on the horse. It was time to see exactly what Mae could handle, and how obedient she could be.

“Do you know the difference between a hard and soft beating?” he asked.

Mae opened her mouth, but closed it.

“No?” he prompted.

“I can only think of sassy things to say.”

“Why don’t you say them?”

Mae eyed the flogger in his right hand. “Maybe later.”

Xavier chuckled. She was fun. It had been a long time since he’d had fun with a sub.

“All right, Red. I want you to face the horse, bend at the waist, and rest your arms on the top. You can fold your arms if that’s more comfortable.”

He helped position her, having her step back until her body made a ninety degree angle and her cheek rested on her folded arms atop the wood.

“Very good. Legs together.”

The metal on the ankle restraints clanked as she brought her feet side by side. Once he was satisfied, he swung the flogger against his own leg, letting her get used to the sound.

“Do you want to know the difference between a hard beating and a soft beating?”

“Yes, Master Xavier.”

Thwack, thwack, thwack.

flogger’s steady rhythm was like a metronome as he spoke. “The difference is in how long the sub wears the marks. A flogging is a light beating, because your skin will be red for a few days. Paddles, canes,

of the way her face

foreplay. A spanking is what little girls get

in itself and a well-administered one could have longer-lasting effects than a caning, but he was guessing that those

was soft, and

going to beat you because I want to. Because I need

Without breaking rhythm he raised

jerking upright with her hands braced on the

He struck her ass again, this time

Her hair fell in soft waves around her face. Her lower lip was wet and pink, trembling slightly. Her eyes pleaded for

her real wants as others had been. She was going to accept her beating, and nothing she did or said would change

harder than last time. This

Red, you’re mine, and you’re about

* * *

tell you again.” Master

The first blow had taken her by surprise, the

Thwack.

to the back of her thighs and ass as the hardest blow yet landed. Jolted from her paralysis, Mae yelped

you’re making

“Master Xavier, that hurts.”

tilted his head. “Of course it

want it to hurt.” He swung the flogger towards her and Mae pressed herself harder against the horse, staying just outside its

don’t want it to

tears of frustration filled

“It doesn’t.”

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