“I know he’ll begin sparring with the bikers this week, has he come up with another outside activity yet?” Abbott asked.
“So far, all his ideas have been something from his past life — like shooting guns for competition. I’ll encourage him to take up those pursuits if he wishes, but he still needs to come up with something that’s allhis.”
“Something will occur to him. If it doesn’t, we’ll try a few things on for size. An art class, maybe a gardening assignment, if we make it through to the spring. In the meanwhile...” Abbott waited until Ajax met his gaze. “You will fuck at least one person per week outside of this household. Spence will get with you on whether you prefer male or female, and any other preferences you have. Plenty of people in my flock will be more than happy to meet your needs. Or, if you can find someone on your own, great, but make sure you report it to Spence. If you’re invited to the bikers’ clubhouse, they might make an offer of a sweetbutt. Spence will let you know the rules — make sure you follow them, but if they make the offer, feel free to take them up on it.”
The poor wolf looked a little shell-shocked, and Spence sat in his lap with a laugh and hugged him. “It’ll be okay, big guy. Really.” He turned and looked at Abbott, and I got the distinct impression he was begging his Master not to say whatever came next.
“I have an assignment for the three of you. Kieran and Gwen both had a jump in power. Since they had it at the same time, the balance didn’t change, but they’re both dealing with the extra capacity.” He took a breath and looked from Ajax to me. “Someone needs to be spanked, flogged, or whipped every day. Whether you tear into both of them, or whether you and Gwen flog Ajax, or you and Ajax take belts to Gwen, or perhaps you just sit back and watch your two subjects take turns whipping each other, at least one person per day should be taken to tears. Whether seven tears is enough, or whether you want to pushfarther, is up to you, but my threshold is and will always be seven tears, with both eyes involved.”
I didn’t like it, but his tone of voice told me he had his reasons and wasn’t going to change his mind. “Yes, Master.”
“You don’t have to like it. Hell, if you can’t bring yourself to whip them, it’s fine if Ajax whips you. I don’t give a fuck who cries, but someone will. Every damned day.”
Spence leaned into Ajax and hugged him a little harder. “And there will be aftercare.”
“Yes, of course,” said Abbott. “That goes without saying.”
“Is this for a set number of days?” I asked. I was hoping he’d tell me a week. Maybe two.
“Until I tell you it can stop.” He looked at Ajax. “Fuck other people. Find outside engagements of your own. Keep your team mobilized so the Doyles have the proper security while you’re away. Nothing I’ve decreed today is meant to punish. I need the three of you to bond, and we don’t have the luxury of years to make it happen.”
“Of course, Master Abbott.”
Abbott crossed his arms and gave Ajax a stern look. “Do you want to go back to an apartment? You don’t have to be a bodyguard. We can find something else, if you’d like.”
“No, Sir.Pleaseno.”
“Trust the process. War is near. I can feel it. I need the three of you to be a unit before you have to move to a shelter without privacy.”
Chapter Eleven
Kieran
I wasn’t happy with Abbott’s rules. I understood them, but I wasn’t pleased. Ajax expected he’d be flogged to tears. He was dreading it, and yet, he was upset when I told him the two of us would be flogging Gwen.
I enjoy flogging breasts, so I put him on her back. Plus, I needed to see him in action so I could ascertain his skills. In his head, he thought he knew what he was doing, and I figured he likely did since he’d also had to act as Punisher, but I wanted to see for myself.
We took my lovely wife to the dungeon. I ordered her to wear black leather boots with sky-high heels. They come to just above her knees, and they’re sexy as sin. I looked in Ajax’s head and he thought they were sexy as fuck. That worked, too.
The boots have attachment points sewn in, and I stretched her legs apart with a spreader bar while Ajax put her wrist cuffs on and connected them to the overhead chain. I maneuvered the winch until Gwen was nicely stretched out but still had a little of her weight on her feet, and I showed her the clip I intended to put on her clit. She shook her head no, but I reminded her, “We must whip you to tears, my love. This will make it go faster.”
She blew out a breath and gave me a tiny nod. I was right, but she wasn’t going to throw me a parade for it. Fair enough.
I telepathed to Ajax.No warmup. No mercy. So long as you aren’t breaking the skin, you aren’t hitting too hard. Please try not to break her skin.I walked to the wall and pulled down two floggers. I’d start with one that packed a lot of weight, and then move to one that would sting like the dickens. Moving back and forth between the two can either help your victim last longer, or send her into pain faster. I intended this to be the latter, today.
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Ajax
I didn’t want to do this, but refusing an order wasn’t an option. I might have, if Abbott hadn’t ordered it. Or, I like to think I might’ve. The truth is, I’d have gladly taken her place, not because I enjoy being whipped, but because I didn’t want to have to whip my new Mistress. She was kind to me, and I was going to have to help make her cry.
Kieran chose whips I knew would hurt her breasts in two different ways, and I chose two floggers of a similar nature, though both were a lot meaner. The back can take more impact than the breasts. He seemed to approve of my choices, and I watched to see which he used first.
When I saw he’d chosen the one with weight, I picked the same. Once she was farther along it might make sense to speed things up by giving her different sensations front to back, but I thought we should start out the same. Kieran nodded, and it felt like he was giving me his approval, but then I felt a little guilty for being pleased.
Fuck, this was screwed up.
Master Kieran fiddled with his phone a few seconds, and music filled the room. Their house was full of speakers — one only needed to be on the local network to access them.
