She stood and hesitantly approached where he stood.
“Strip,” he said, looking more serious than she’d ever seen him during the entire time she’d known him.
But of course he was. She’d screwed up and he was probably mad at her. She only hoped whatever happened in the next hour would calm him down.
She stared at the sawhorse as she toed off her shoes and then took off her clothes. She folded them and laid them neatly on top of her sneakers. By the time she returned to stand before Master Fletcher, her face felt like it was burning like the sun.
She said nothing, just waited for his next order.
But it didn’t come.
Instead, he picked her up and positioned her on the sawhorse. Her breasts settled on either side of the padded top. The wood and leather structure was long enough that it supported her from just below her chin to just above her mound.
Fletcher moved around her, making sure everything was supported properly and comfortably. She jolted but remained still when he wrapped the rope around one ankle and then the other before securing them to the legs of the sawhorse. He then wrapped the two ropes around her body in a crisscross fashion before wrapping her arms to the front legs. Next, he tied the ropes together between her wrists.
“How does that feel?”
“Fine,” she whispered.
Her entire body flushed with embarrassment when he ran a hand over her ass and upper thighs, which had no ropes covering them. That was when she realized not only was her asspushed out over the end of the sawhorse, her thighs were spread, exposing her pussy, which was growing wet at being displayed naked. Normally when he began tying her, she easily slipped into the space where she floated among the clouds. Knowing what was coming kept her from making that slide. Instead, she seemed to be fully focused on where his hands touched her and what was coming.
“Nothing tingling or feeling too compressed by the rope?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good, then we will begin. I’m going to warm you up with my hand. Then you’re getting twenty with the paddle for not consulting me about working while under my command, and ten with the cane for interrupting Master Randell’s scene. After that, all will be forgiven and we’ll snuggle on the couch before going upstairs to talk.”
Mallory could only whisper, “Yes, Master.”
Not a fan of spankings, Mallory tensed every part of her body. But Fletcher did not immediately start spanking. She was astonished when he began to massage the globes of her ass instead.
“Relax, bunny. While this is definitely going to hurt your butt, if you’re all tensed up it will hurt a whole lot more.”
Mallory blinked, tears already filling her eyes. “I don’t know how. I’ve never been in this position before.”
“I’m sure you haven’t because you’re a good girl,” Fletcher replied with a chuckle.
To her shock, Mallory began laughing and the lighthearted moment helped her relax enough that Fletcher began swatting her ass. He took his time covering all of each cheek and her upper thighs then began again, the spanks coming harder. It wasn’t until she began to cry that he stopped.
“All right, bunny. Twenty with the paddle and then ten with the cane.”
He gave her a few seconds to catch her breath before slapping the center of her left ass cheek with the paddle. The nerves, already sensitized from the spanking lit up like gas being thrown on a fire. By the time the pain registered with her brain, he was already slapping her right ass cheek in the same spot.
Tempted to fight her bonds and escape, Mallory pulled, but knew there was no way she could free herself. Giving in, she worked to allow the pain of each smack of the paddle to roll through and out of her. Tears fell from her eyes and puddled on the floor.
Closing her eyes, she tried to keep her breathing deep and push herself out of her body and into subspace. It was a challenge, but by the time the paddle fell the last time, she was at the edge.
The first strike of the cane pulled her back from that blissful headspace and she screamed in response. Her body tried to arch, but the ropes held her immobile. She screamed after each stroke landed, quickly losing count as she began to sob.
She was barely aware when Fletcher tossed the cane to the ground and began to untie her. She continued sobbing as he draped a blanket over her and lifted her from the sawhorse. She hissed when he settled her on his lap and hugged her tight while murmuring to her, though her brain was so befuddled that she could not understand his words.
Fletcher had to wipe away a few of his own tears before he could pick Mallory up. He wasn’t a sadist; hurting his submissive had never been his kink. He only hoped she had learned from the punishment so he never had to do such a thing again.
Settling on a nearby couch with her in his arms filled his heart and he began to think that Mallory Blackstone might just be the woman he’d had not been seriously looking for but needed in his life. The woman he could share his heart, his ropes, and his life with.
He whispered assurances and praise at how well she’d taken her punishment while dropping occasional kisses on the top of her head. She relaxed into his body, seeming to be out in space, but not the same floaty space she found herself in when he simply tied her up.
Fletcher looked up when Master Randell and his submissive stopped in front of them.
