Chapter 5Jamie put his hands on the wooden beam and grabbed the ring attached. He adjusted his stance and called out, “Ready.”
Dante didn’t hold back. Jamie barely had time to count. By twenty strikes with the flogger, his skin was red all over. Dante whispered, “Are you going to safeword or do we go on to the tawse?”
“The tawse, please…” Jamie was almost there, in subspace. He needed Dante to start again. “Ready,” Jamie said.
Dante took out his tawse and covered Jamie with welts that crisscrossed his ass and back. Dante stopped and Jamie cried, “Green.”
Dante changed back to the flogger. By this time purple bruising was beginning to show on his back. Finally Dante stopped. “My arm’s gone, kid.”
Jamie stood where he was holding the ring tight in his hands. “Show’s over,” Dante told hi
