Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Though she was more scared than she’d ever been in her life, Mallory knelt and assumed the slave position she’d been taught in one of her classes since she and Fletcher had never discussed how he preferred she display.
Back straight, knees spread apart, hands resting on her thighs, and her head bent so she stared at the floor just in front of her.
It wasn’t the most comfortable of positions, but she held it, not wanting to call any more negative attention to herself.
She listened as Fletcher opened the armoire.
She tilted her head slightly so she could watch out of the corner of her eye as he picked through the contents.
He finally pulled out a coil of rope and several other things that he kept hidden before laying them out on the station’s rolling table.
When he walked out of her sight, Mallory had to fight the urge to watch him.
Instead she kept her face down and returned her gaze to the floor in front of her. She peeked when he returned a few seconds later, carrying a cane she was pretty sure was the same one she’d taken from Master Randell. It went on the rolling table with everything else.
She watched as he shook out the rope. Once he found the middle, he laid the rope around one end of the sawhorse before turning his attention to her.
“Stand up, Mallory,” he ordered, his voice low and filled with Dom power.
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 ass pushed 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.
“Tell her she’s forgiven and next time I’ll post a sign of what my submissive’s safe word is,” Master Randell said softly
Mallory remained curled into a ball with her eyes closed. The blanket was wrapped tight around her and he held it closed.
“I’ll do that,” Fletcher said with a smile.
With that, the other couple left and they were alone, except for the bartender. Fletcher tilted his head forward, resting it on top of hers and relaxing. When Mallory finally roused, lifting her head, he squeezed her and repeated his praises once more, this time certain she would hear his words.
“How do you feel?”
“My butt hurts,” she whispered.
“How about the rest of you?”
“Okay, I guess,” she said, wiggling on his lap, making his already painfully erect cock demand he fuck her and get them some relief.
“Can you stand?”
“I think so.”
“Good. Stand up and drop the blanket.” Fletcher said as she swung her legs over the edge of the couch but then suddenly stilled again.
“Excuse me?” she looked at him, her eyes wide with surprise.
He looked at her and lifted one brow, pushing his Dominant energy forward. “If I have to repeat myself, you’ll earn yourself a few more swats.”
She sucked a breath and surged to her feet.
When she wobbled, he wrapped his hands around her hips and held her until she was steady on her feet.
She looked at him, her face bright red from embarrassment, and her eyes held a silent plea to not make her follow through on the second part of his order.
Instead of speaking, he simply waited, looking deep into her eyes while keeping his expression stern.
She huffed a sigh and released her hold on the blanket.
It dropped to the floor, leaving her naked and nervous.
Fletcher turned her before taking hold of her hips again so he could make sure he’d left no bruises that would last more than a day or so.
Her ass was full and round, the skin still bright red. The backs of her legs showed effects of her caning. He did not see any bruises but would have to keep an eye on the area to make sure nothing showed up later.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, leaning forward and dropping a kiss in the center of each globe of her ass.
She giggled and wiggled her hips at the touch of his cool lips against skin that he was certain still burned at least a little.
Rising, he went back to the station and grabbed her clothes. After helping her dress, he dealt with winding the rope and putting it, the paddle, and the cane in the basket to be dealt with later by someone else.
“Come along, sweet bunny,” he said, holding out one hand to her.
“But Caren hasn’t come back yet. I need to stay until she returns.”
Just then the main doors opened and Caren entered in a rush. “I’m here. I’m sorry it took so long. But I passed!”
“Good,” Fletcher said as he wrapped an arm around Mallory to help guide her toward the doors. “Kelly can catch you up on what happened in your absence. And I’m sure Master Derek will want to see you when your shift is over. Come on, bunny. Time to go and talk.”