My knuckles were white from clinging to the desk; my throat ragged from holding back the screams. He wasn’t into rules, he said—a bit of a prevarication, I wanted to point out as I struggled to focus on his command for silence. Of course, he’d be quick to remind me that he was the Dom and I was his sub. He had the liberty of being inconsistent, of changing his mind on a whim, and doing whatever he damn well pleased. As much as the punishment would turn me on after the fact, while he was raining blows on my behind, I was in too much distress to think about being aroused. The agony grew worse by the second, until I began to wonder if I could get through the ordeal without falling to the floor in a heap of tears.
I thought I was managing well. The next minute or two went by in a blur. Then s
