Page 17 of Zafira

This one is a Dom, Zafira. Have you forgotten what Bogdan thought of you submitting to Viktor?

The question from her inner mind silenced her concern. There was no way this Master was Bogdan. He had never shown any interest in the lifestyle. In fact, he had seemed disgusted with how Viktor had dominated her while at home. More than that, he would never punish her, not even in a scenario such as this. He was too used to following orders. Bogdan would never tell her what to do.

“What the fuck is that?” Zafira’s head jerked at the sound of metal balls connecting when Master Slayer swung what looked to be a chain ball flogger just within her peripheral vision.

“From your reaction, I assume you haven’t been introduced to a chain ball flogger before?”

“No, and by the sound of it, I don’t believe I want to, either.”

“Hmm, unfortunately, it’s not up to you.” A thrill of excitement spread over Zafira’s body as the warmth of his breath caressed her cheeks. She could feel his hard body brushing against her back. “Did you or did you not insult a Dom from this establishment in full view of its members?”

The warning in his voice was unmistakable. Her punishment was about to begin. The natural submissive knew she deserved what was about to happen. She nodded with sagging shoulders.

“You acknowledge that you are aware of club protocol and that your action requires punishment as decreed by us?” This time, there was no denying the anger in his voice. Evidently, Master Slayer hated bratty subs who topped from the bottom.

Clank! Clank! Clank!

The sound of the metal balls was ominous, causing her to flinch when he snapped the flogger in the air.

Oh, blyad’! This is going to hurt like fuck. A shudder started at the base of her spine and traveled all the way to her nape. The whipping Dom Sergei had given her would be child’s play to what she was about to receive.

“Yes, Master Slayer, I am,” she said miserably, knowing if she wanted to be allowed to return to the club, she had no other option but to accept this punishment.

“Even though this is punishment, I expect you to use your safe word if it becomes too much for you. However, I do expect you to endeavor to suffer as much as you can. Is that understood, subbie?”

Zafira nodded again, trembling with fear of the punishment she’d brought upon herself. At the same time, she hoped it would bring her the release she had been searching for... in the form of tears.

“The only time I will accept a nod from a sub in this club is when they’re gagged. Are you wearing a ball gag, subbie?”

“No, Master Slayer,” Zafira bit out through thin lips. This Dom was becoming very pushy, and her natural brat was hovering very close to jumping off the cliff again.

“Then you will use your voice when spoken to.” He pressed his massive chest against her back, proving that he was much taller than her since she was standing on the cross. Her libido stirred to life. “Since you begged so nicely for the kind of scene that will make you cry, it’s exactly what I am going to give you. Beware, subbie, this is going to hurt like a motherfucker, so if you want me to stop, no amount of pleading or screaming is going to help. The only word that will end your punishment before I deem it over is the word ‘red.’ Got it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Twenty lashes.”

Zafira prepared herself when the hard body stepped away and took his heat with him. His warning had been clear, so she expected it to hurt. Mentally, she was prepared, but she had no idea what to expect physically. She had never truly participated in harsh impact tool play. This was going to be more than a lesson. It was going to unhinge her mind.

“Sub,” Dom Sergei’s soft, cajoling tone drew her gaze to him where he stood by her side. His eyes smoldered with the warmth and understanding that wrapped her soul in benevolence, that assuaged her fears.

“Thank you, Dom Sergei,” she said with a tight smile. He was a very nice man and popular with all the submissives. Her disrespect toward him now felt petty and wrong. “I’m sorry,” she offered.

“You should be, and even though I feel you’re being sincere, I’m afraid your punishment is going to be so much worse than anything you came looking for.” His voice lowered. “You wanted to cry, subbie. Prepare to sob your eyes out. Master Slayer has no mercy or time for disrespectful subs.”

Zafira barely registered the swish of the flogger when the most excruciating pain seared through her body.

“Aaawww! Fuck!”

Bogdan waited, noticing how her nostrils flared as she attempted to breathe through the pain. Her eyes were tightly squeezed shut.

Clank! Clank!

Another lash impacted hard, causing her to snort air through her nose as a scream of pain exploded from her lips.

“Here we go, subbie. Let me hear you cry.” He brought the lashes down in a blur of quick snaps of his wrist.

Her screams sounded blunt and filled with horror as they echoed through the dungeon. With every strike from the metal flogger, her body slammed back against the cross, her whimpers pitiful.

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