Chapter 61

“My little pain slut…” Gary checked the wrist and ankle cuffs to make sure that they weren’t too tight. He stepped back. Danny heard the whooshof the practice swings.

The leather roses on the end of the flogger thudded heavy against his skin. “Count,” his Master said. “You’re going to take fifteen for me tonight. You will be bruised. Kiss the flogger before we begin.”

Danny kissed the flogger and his Master took it to make a few practice swings. Danny heard the swish of the flogger as his Master swung it onto his back.

“Sir, thank you, Sir.” Master swung out his arm again. “Two, Sir.” The flogger was landing blows on his back, his shoulders and his ass. By the time he reached five, he was flying so high he could barely speak. After ten strokes he was glassy-eyed and barely coherent. After fifteen his legs were like rubber.

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