I couldn’t believe I was allowing this as he walked me to stool in the center of the room. I didn’t fight. I tried to rub my burning ass but he lifted my hands away. I didn’t even argue as he helped me up. “Stay right there, Callie.” I could hear the humor in his voice as he spoke then turned away.

I heard a whirl noise and looked up a heavy wood beam was lowering down in front of me. “You…” I started to step down.

“Callie?” I held still my bare feet pressing into the stool.

“I can’t..let…you.” I stammered looking at the wood stopping eye level, then chest. It stopped and he walked over. “Keith?”

He didn’t answer but lifted my wrist slipping it in a thick black padded cuff attatched to the beam. As he finished he stopped leaned on the beam and looked me in the eyes. “Admit it, you want this, you even crave it.”

I couldn’t, I couldn’t admit that. I would loose all respect in his eyes. All ready I was sure he despised me for being so weak. I lowered my eyes looking down. I heard him walk away and felt sure he would never understand.

The bar in front of me raised. I couldn’t help but watch it raise. He walked up a remote in his hand watching it till it was just above my head. “Callie, before long you’re going to understand.” The bar raised again my arms pulled up till my feet were firmly planted on the little wooden stool. “You have forgotten the sir in all your attempts to communicate with me.”

I saw the crop in his hand raise and cringed the stool shifted. “I’m sorry sir,” I gasped pulling myself back up straight.

“Forgive me sir, would be more appropriate.” The crop slashed across my stomach.

I jerked screaming out, the pain shot through me, I wobbled forcing myself back steady on the stool. “Sir, forgive me,” escaped my lips.

“I’ll forgive you pet but first the punishment.”

The crop slashed across my thighs. I tottered again on the stool crying out. “Consequences, always consequences for falling to follow my instructions,” he said circling my body.