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Chapter 30

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.

sub wears the marks. A flogging is a light beating, because your skin will be red for a few days. Paddles, canes, a tawse,

were slightly muffled because of the way her face rested on her

little girls get when they want to pretend they’re

well-administered one could have longer-lasting effects than a caning, but he

beating me?” Her question was soft, and when he looked, her eyes were wide and dark, fixed

to. Because I need to. And because you need to be

the flogger. Without breaking rhythm he raised his arm, this time striking Mae’s

with her hands braced

struck her ass again, this

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

so long without being properly mastered. He understood, but he wasn’t so blind to her real

last time. This one had to hurt, and there was a flash of

you’re mine, and you’re about to find out exactly

* * *

you again.” Master Xavier

and legs seemingly turning her to stone. The first blow had taken her

Thwack.

the hardest blow yet landed. Jolted from her paralysis, Mae

you’re making me

“Master Xavier, that hurts.”

head. “Of course it hurts, Mae.

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

that you don’t want it

tears of frustration filled

“It doesn’t.”

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