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“Come here.”
She wouldn’t make him ask again. This time.
When she stood before him, he collared the back of her neck with his hand and steered her toward the corner. She started to raise her hands to link her fingers behind her neck as usual when he tutted at her.
“Ah-ah, darling. Not so fast. We have something a little different for corner time today.”
There was a beat during which he moved behind her—though she didn’t dare turn her head to look—and then there was a blindfold being fastened over her eyes. Probably for the best that it was one of those contoured ones and not just a folded bandana or something. She always tried to cheat with those and she didn’t need to add any more misdeeds to her list of acts to atone for at the moment.
“Hands behind your back,” Gideon instructed and she obeyed, curiosity making her cock her head, as if he’d give away his game with a sound.
With her hands behind her, he pressed something into her palms before curling her fingers around it. It felt like a cane and she shuddered. She’d been caned before—by him even—and she had a strange relationship with it. Being caned hurt like hell and she hated it but in a way that was so deeply satisfying it was almost like love. The love came later, though. First came a lot of swearing and eventually crying.
“Two minutes,” Gideon said and then left her to stand there with her pants around her thighs, her reddened ass hanging out and holding the implement of her punishment.
But that wasn't very long. He almost always had her in the corner for ten or fifteen minutes—two wasn’t much time at all. Though when the two minutes were up, he didn't remove the blindfold and give her more instructions. No, he took the cane from her hands, told her not to move, and then placed something else in her hands. He slid the smooth, thick wood between her fingers and her palms. The paddle was even heavier than she’d expected when he gave her the weight of it.
Plum bit back the moan that rose in her throat, but it was too late. He’d heard it.
"Like that, do you? I don’t think you’ll be as fond of it after today but I suppose we’ll see.”
Another two minutes and then he replaced the implement again. So this was his game. Making her hold everything he was going to beat her ass with so she could torment herself with imagining it. Sadists really were the worst. A crop, an evil stick, and of course a fucking hairbrush later, Gideon finally turned her around, took off the blindfold and chafed her arms.
She loved how he did that. Yes, he wanted to make her muscles sore with work, wanted to make her uncomfortable from the unnatural position but he didn't want to actually hurt her.
“We’ll leave all those here for after we’re finished cleaning out your filthy mouth with that soap you’ve prepared so nicely.”
Ugh, so evil that he made her an accomplice in her own suffering.
