Alex looked thoughtful, as if he was giving it serious consideration. “Until tomorrow morning?”
“Very well,” said Roland. “So be it.”
I was left bent over the desk while Roland and Alex chatted together over their drinks as if I wasn’t there. I imagined Alex sneaking glances at my bottom now striped bright red by the cane. OK, I’d been punished like a naughty little girl. But I’d shown I could take it.
When Alex eventually left, I was allowed to get up from the desk, but the gag stayed on until dinner time. Roland let me eat something, then clean my teeth, after which the gag went back on. I hated not being able to talk to him, not being able to be his good little girl again. I’d taken my punishment; surely I deserved leniency now? But right from the beginning, Roland had shown himself
