Low vibrations started pulsing through me,and as he started flogging me again, he finally spoke. “I think you might needto be punished.”
Punished?
The good kind or had I actually donesomething wrong?
I was trying to decide if I needed toapologize or thank him when he continued. “Asa said to remind you that it’sbeen over a week since you had coffee with him.”
Shit.
Asa.
Yep, I was in trouble.
“Did…I…” Shit, words were hard.
I thought Master would take pity on me, buthe just turned the vibrations up stronger and the flogger hit the underside ofmy ass.
Nope, no pity there, but I was hard andaching and loving every second of it.
“What…what did Asa tell you?” At the veryleast, I needed to know where to start and where to begin apologizing.
“Nothing.” Master eased the vibrationslower and his touch with the flogger got gentler. “He was very careful not tosay anything about whatever you talked about, but his opinion was clear. You’rein the doghouse for something.”
That was better than I’d expected, so Icouldn’t be frustrated.
Taking advantage of the moment sincetalking was easier, I just shoved out the words. “He’s mad that I didn’t tellyou something, and he thinks it’s a Master’s job to help fix any stress theirboy is going through, but I don’t want to take advantage of you, and he didn’tunderstand that.”
Okay, so that might have been just a bitconvoluted.
I couldn’t tell if Master thought so or notbecause his rhythm never faltered and the buzzing kept randomly changing. Asthoughts went in and out of my head with the speed of the toy, I tried tolisten for any hint of what he was thinking or was going to do.
After a few long moments, he pushed thevibrations higher, making me whimper and fight the urge to come.
“Did you promise Asa that you would tell meabout this?” Master’s question was easy that time since all I had to do was nod,and having to focus on his words kept me from coming too quickly.
“Then no matter what you tell me or how Idecide to respond, you have to be punished. You were naughty.” His voice was soeven I couldn’t tell how he felt about it, but the conviction in his tone saidthere was no way of getting around being punished.
Not that I really wanted to.
I needed the push and the pain and thefocus so all I had to be was his sub.
And Ihadtold Asa that I wouldexplain everything to Master last Friday.
“I know, Master. I’m sorry I upset Asa.”And no matter how things went with Warner, I hadn’t wanted to upset Asa. Hemight’ve been pushy, but he probably wasn’t wrong. “And I’m sorry I hid thingsfrom you.”
Kind of.
I still didn’t think he’d be happy knowing.
What kind of Master wanted a sub with akid?
What kind of Master would want a sub whocouldn’t come see him on a regular basis?
Somehow over the past year I’d turned intothe definition of a sub with baggage. I’d thought keeping everything separatewould let me keep him longer, but that didn’t seem to be the case.
“What did you hide from me?” There was afirm command in his voice that made disobeying impossible.
Master was so intent on getting the answer thathe lowered the intensity of the plug and the flogging became softer. A reminderabout my position more than actually giving me pain or pleasure.
