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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.

metronome as he spoke. “The difference is in how long the sub wears the marks. A flogging is a light beating,

muffled because of the way her face rested on her arms, but he

spanking is what little girls get

exactly true—spanking was an art form in itself and a well-administered one could have longer-lasting effects than a caning, but he was guessing that

question was soft, and when he looked, her eyes were wide and dark, fixed on his

you because I want to. Because I need

up his steady movement of the flogger. Without breaking rhythm

jerking upright with her hands

her ass again,

her face. Her lower lip was wet and pink, trembling slightly. Her eyes

long without being properly mastered. He understood, but he wasn’t so blind to her real wants as others had been. She was going to accept her beating, and nothing she did or said would

he struck her ass again, even harder than last time. This one had to

about to find out

* * *

position, Mae. I won’t tell you again.” Master

back, and legs seemingly turning her to stone. The first blow had taken her by surprise, the second stung enough that she’d jumped, and the third one

Thwack.

ass as the hardest blow yet landed. Jolted from her paralysis, Mae yelped and took two steps forward, turning

you’re making

“Master Xavier, that hurts.”

course it hurts, Mae.

towards her and Mae pressed herself harder against the horse, staying just

want it to hurt. But

of frustration filled her eyes. “It

“It doesn’t.”

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