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“A flogger, Sir?”
“Have you ever been flogged?”
“Uh, no, Sir.”
“The leather strips are half an inch wide. It doesn’t sting as much as it burns,” he declared, then lowering his lips to her ear, he whispered, “The switch, that will sting.”
Kissing her cheek as she caught her breath, he straightened up and yanked down her panties.
“You’re so slick,” he muttered, thrusting a finger into her channel.
She whimpered and squirmed as he tormented her clit, then groaned as he slid her underwear back into place.
“Sit up, open your eyes, and pull up your jeans.”
Stepping back, he waited until she’d finished, then helped her off the bench and wrapped her into his arms.
“You’ll stay off your foot as much as possible, and I’ll nurse your shoulder. In a few days you should be well enough to be properly punished, then you’ll feel the switch’s sting and the flogger’s fire. I suggest you be on your best behavior. You don’t want me adding to your discipline.”
* * *
Six Days Later
Consumed with her upcoming visit to the basement, Steph had never known time to pass so slowly, but when Marco had made love to her, the ominous thoughts evaporated.
He’d been affectionate and careful, and not once had he made her wait for her climax. One night, lying in his arms, she’d found the courage to ask him why.
“I’m worried about your release being too powerful and stressing your sprained muscles,” he’d murmured. “I don’t want to delay your trip to the bench a moment longer than I have to.”
His remark had sent goosebumps popping across her skin.
They’d enjoyed delicious meals, watched movies, discussed an endless array of subjects, and though she couldn’t hike, when the weather cooperated, he drove her through the woods in his ATV. As the days rolled by, he’d commented on how well her injuries were healing, but always with a devilish smile.
Now she was walking normally.
Waking up with the pending punishment in the forefront of her mind, she rolled over for her morning cuddle.
The bed was empty.
Sitting up, she spied a folded note sitting on the bedside table. Butterflies bursting to life in her stomach, she opened it and began to read.
Good morning, Stephania.
Take your phone into the bathroom. When you’ve showered and you’re ready to face the sting of the switch and the burn of the flogger, text me and say,
“Sir, I’ve been a very bad girl and I need to be punished.”
Come out exactly five minutes later.
Naked.
M.
Lying back and staring up at the canopy, she took a deep breath, then climbing from the bed and picking up her phone, she padded into the bathroom. Too nervous to linger, she showered quickly, and toweling off, the words from the note flashed through her head.
The sting of the switch and the burn of the flogger.
As she sent the message, a shudder rippled through her body.
