“There. Ten lashes. How do you feel?”
My boy inhales deeply, and exhales a shuddery breath. “I feel like I can handle it Sir.”
“Good. You took it well, and I had fun with the ropes.“ I sigh. “I suppose I have to untie you-”
“Sir?”
“Yes boy?”
“I…I am feeling the urge to misbehave again.”
“Oh do you know?” I fold my arms.
“Immensely Sir.”
“Well,” I pick up my flogger again. “It will be a huge inconvenience but I cannot let you go undisciplined.”
He wiggles in anticipation. “I am deeply sorry Sir.”
I run my palm over my warm back, exploring my canvas. “Oh I imagine you are,” I smirk.

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Text is fictional.