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to lighten. As if the quakes running through my body were dislodging everything, sending it into some abyss. Stroke by stroke the world shrunk. By the seventh, my entire universe consisted of the stinging red skin on my ass and thighs.
    There was peacefulness to that realization. Though painful for the moment, the simplicity of life within these walls was a pleasant relief. The tightness in my chest released with the eighth stroke, and I let out a long controlled breath. A smooth, involuntary moan rode out on it. Master’s voice pressed through the nothingness in my mind.
    “ You are a swift learner. Perhaps I will relieve you of the final two strokes.”  
    I swam back into full consciousness. “No, Master. Please.” Two hours ago I would have thought he was cutting me slack. Now it felt like I was being short-changed.
    “ Excellent. You will indeed make a fine sub.” He delivered the final two strokes in rapid time, the second seeming almost to mount the first, to multiply the sting . I stabbed a sharp breath into my lungs and held it as long as I could, holding the scream that wanted to shoot from me. For seconds that felt like hours I squeezed against that sound, compressed it from coal to diamond, until finally it shot loose like a breathy climax.  
    I’d barely noticed the tears this time. Even crying felt luxurious within these walls. In the business world, tears are pitiful. Here, they were cathartic, simply because they were natural.
    Wordlessly, Chloe approached and took the paddle from Master’s hand. I propped my ass a little higher, waiting for him to rub at the skin.
    Instead, I felt Chloe’s presence right behind me again as she worked loose the knots that bound my knees. She helped me off Master’s lap and held me up while my legs fought to stay solid. Then she led me to stand with my face in the corner of the room.
    Master’s body pressed up against my back, and I ached for his soothing hands on my traumatized ass. Instead, he drew my wrists above my head and tied the rope to an iron ring. He ran his hands down the rope until they rested over mine. There was a kindness in his voice as it curled into my ear.
    “ You have thirty minutes to think on this. To consider why you needed your behavior corrected. When the time has passed I will return. Further good behavior will earn further rewards.”  
    “ Yes, Master.”  
    He swept his hands down the length of my arms and then pushed away from me. The heat of his hard body left me. I heard Chloe follow Master out of the room and I jumped a little as they turned off the lights.
    Only the barest illumination crept in past the velvet curtain. I dared not look around. Master had not said anything either way, but I sensed his desire in this matter was for me to remain in position, as still as possible.
    The vicious song of agony on my ass had eased slightly. I heard various noises outside the room. Domestic noises, cups clanging on saucers, and I felt a surge of something so ancient as to be almost unrecognizable.
    Jealousy.
    Chloe was serving tea to Master. I wanted to be out there. I wanted to be where Master Sweet was. My Master . Even rolling those words through my mind gave me a surge of heat in my belly.
    The blood was slowly draining from my arms, but I was grateful for the support of the ring. My body was still recovering from the cocktail of adrenaline and emotion that Master’s discipline had awakened in me. My ass was craving the soothing touch of His warm hands.
    I felt at a loss to explain my feelings. In what amounted to no time, I had formed an enormous, but bizarre, attachment to Master Sweet. There had been something comfortable about him from the moment I’d arrived. Though dangerous-looking with that dark mask, the tone of his voice had been comforting and familiar. Too familiar, even. He’d spoken like a parent, or a confidant. I had willingly given trust – a treasure I hoarded more tight-fistedly even than money. His Mastery