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The small flogger had eleven long thin strands of leather extending from one end of its leather wrapped handle. Each leather strand ended in a small pellet of lead encased in a velvet pouch. I had never used this particular implement before. It had always been for show, an object of curiosity and threat only.

"Get it." She acted without hesitation, moving silently with a catlike grace to retrieve the flogger. She held it out to me with both hands, submissively bowing her head as she did.

"Kneel." I felt myself becoming more disconnected from the scene, separated from the softer emotions that kept me linked to mundane reality. My already rapid breathing became ragged, and my focus narrowed to her, only her.

She dropped to her knees in front of me. A soft sob forced itself from between her lips before she recovered and regained her silence.

"Failure is rewarded with pain." I said, fighting to control the deep disappointment in my voice. Anger and pride, love and dismay flowed through my veins, a torrent of conflicting emotions both hotter than blood and colder than ice, but I knew them only as a dispassionate viewer. My world consisted only of her.

"You failed me." My voice held an acid tenor I had not intended, and it broke through her stoic silence.

She sobbed openly then, weeping in sorrow, but she did not beg for mercy. Instead she leaned forward and arched her back, wordlessly presenting her flesh in atonement. I raised the flogger and let its weighted ends drag softly from the rounded cleft of her soft bottom up over the small of her back and across her shoulders. My body tightened in reaction to her loveliness and an animalistic growl issued from between my lips.

"Do you have an explanation?" I heard her answer in her thoughts before she spoke. I saw her response before she acted, as if it were being played on a mental screen inside my head. I continued to play the ends of the flogger over her skin as she spoke, my arousal merging with the fury of emotion swelling within me.

"Master, I failed you and I cannot tell you how sorry I am for that. I deserve punishment. I beg you to cleanse me of my failure. Free us both of my wrongdoing, Master, please, so we can go on as before." Sobs shook her body and tears sprang from her down-turned eyes.

I waited silently, watching. I knew I must correct her and a part of me longed for the act to come, but I never hurried the inevitable. Eventually, her emotional storm subsided and she regained her composure, peeking up at me only once before reassuming her submissively quiet posture. Read the rest