Page 43 of Silver

Silver grips the back of my neck and guides me to an open spot on the wall next to the door. He angles me to face the wall before lifting my tank top over my head and then squatting to remove my panties. “Arms up.”

I tip my head back as I lift my arms, noticing for the first time there’s a pegboard above my head. I don’t think it was there before. Did he add it while I was napping? This man did a lot of fucking things while I slept.

“I put the pegs at the perfect height for you. Reach up and grab them. There’s a matching board above the floor in case I need to restrain your ankles. That’s not my plan today.”

I extend my arms and do as I’m told, nervous as fuck. What now? It’s a stretch. My feet barely plant flat on the floor. He got his measurements perfect.

Silver moves away and returns. He adds two more pegs into the holes above my fists. These new pegs have restraints hanging from them, and he quickly attaches them with Velcro to my wrists so I’m secured in this position.

“Take a step back, naughty girl.”

I move my feet a few inches. That’s all I can do. I don’t have enough space for more.

“Up on your toes. Ass out,” he commands.

I shudder at his orders but obey him. It’s so awkward and uncomfortable. My calves are going to ache very soon. Is this the other half of my punishment? A timeout of sorts?

Silver holds something up for me to see. “Do you know what this is?”

I shake my head. “No, Sir.” It looks like a stick.

“It’s a cane. It hurts like a motherfucker when it’s used against your skin.”

I suck in a breath.

“When you trade mistakes on your homework for punishments, you will get one strike of the cane on your bottom for each. It will burn. You will scream. You must stand there and endure it until I say otherwise.”

I sniffle. “Yes, Sir.”

“The same thing goes for errors on actual tests and quizzes. When you get back from your classes, I expect you to show me your graded work. You will strip and present yourself against this wall to receive your punishments for every single mistake.”

I gasp. “Sir…”

He lifts a brow.

I lower my gaze. There’s no arguing with him.

Silver steps back and to the side. A moment later, I hear the whoosh of the cane just before it lands on my butt cheeks.

I scream and rise higher onto my toes. Motherfucker, that hurts. It feels like he cut me open all the way across my ass. Is there blood?

I can’t breathe, and I don’t dare move. The pain is so intense, and it lingers. When I finally blow out a breath, thinking I might live, he releases my hands.

Wincing, I let him lead me into the bathroom. He closes the door and turns me around. “Look over your shoulder, naughty girl.”

I look into the full-length mirror. There’s a long red welt across both my ass cheeks. It’s angry and swollen, but he didn’t break the skin.

“It’s beautiful, little slut.”

Sixteen

Daphne

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I can’t describe how I’m feeling. Wrung out might be the right words. Shaken to the core. A hot mess. Confused. Out of body.

Silver guides me back to the main room. He brings a pillow to the table and drops it on the floor. “Kneel, precious.”