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“I can’t… It hurts.”
“You can. That was number one.”
A few seconds pass before the cane whistles again. The searing wave of agony is no less intense but somehow easier to bear because I know what to expect. I scream but manage to remain in position. I’m shaking, gasping, but just about coping.
“You’re doing well,” he assures me.
Easy for you to say…“Argh!”
“Halfway there.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
My arse is on fire, I know it. I’m weeping into the duvet, and I have no doubt my legs would give way if I tried to stand. Can I bear any more of this?
I rake together what’s left of my reserves and steel myself for the second half of my punishment. Not long to go now.
Tony delivers the next stroke with calm efficiency.
The customary scream is ripped from my throat, but my body is too limp, too exhausted to react. I lay motionless, absorbing the pain and waiting for what’s still to come.
Nearly finished. Almost there…
“How are you doing?” he murmurs, leaning in to look into my eyes.
“I… I…”
“Do you need me to stop?”
I succeed in shaking my head. If he stops now, I’ll never be able to start again and this will have been for nothing.
His frown is obscured by my tears, but I’m adamant. “Just…do it.”
He touches my cheek with gentle fingers. “So brave. I love you.”
I close my eyes and brace for the final two strokes.
Nothing happens.
I dare to open my eyes again. The cane’s lying close to me, abandoned.
What?
His fingers are at my wrists. He releases me, then gathers me in his arms.
“Did I lose count?” I moan against his bare chest.
“No. But we’re done.”
“Done? But it was only—”
“Four. Yes. That’s enough.”
“But Ethan said…”
“No, he didn’t. He didn’t specify anything, just told me to make a good job of it. And I have. Four is enough. More than enough.”
“I don’t understand.”
