Chapter Seven
As though I have an in-born clock, my body sends me to Bernard in a two-week cycle. I don’t initiate these meetings; he seems to know as the energy in me builds what I require. He has me come to his house again, two weeks after the first session. This time the punishment is straightforward and simple. No bonds, no ropes, no cuffs, no clamps. I bare my ass and take a spanking from his hand, feel the evil of an inflexible paddle, and then find myself ripped apart by the strokes of his cane. The next time Bernard accosts me at the bookstore, sending Catherine away, closing the blinds, locking the door and hanging me up in front of a bookcase blindfolded. (I remember Ian’s vision as though he were forecasting the future.) My black dom works me with a cane baton. I seethe, suck i
