Page 10 of The Toymaker
Kit whimpered through the gag and wished he hadn’t disobeyed so soon as the whip licked across his back once more. Thirty lashes was a lot for such a small disobedience, and Trig certainly hadn’t been playing when he said they’d be strict.
The iron bar that held the sign outside was quite sturdy and apparently also useful for chaining up naughty slaves who screwed up five minutes after signing a contract. Kit made a noise like a half-scream as the whip cracked across his ass again.
Thirty,” Riju said in a satisfied tone before he mumbled under his breath. “Thirty, thirty, thirty.”
Kit breathed heavily as he remained standing on the balls of his feet. He didn’t have quite enough slack to stand flat. Riju didn’t speak again and was probably giving him a moment since the whipping was over.
When Kit was punished with a whipping, he liked for it to be done a certain way so he felt like he'd been properly punished. Riju had done it perfectly. There had been enough time between lashes for Kit to process the pain of it and fear the next. They had been hard, and he knew he’d have marks for a few days, but they hadn’t been unbearable, and Riju hadn't cut him.
Kit had learned his lesson. Riju was clearly an expert with the whip, and it made sense considering where he and his Master lived. He’d probably taken plenty of lessons either from Trig or from other instructors at The Edge.
Riju came around with the whip neatly coiled, and he pushed his spectacles up his nose with his middle finger. “You can’t sneak anything past me, so be careful about how you speak and act. Remember, you can only leave off the Master if you’re toldto relax with the title. You weren’t, and that's why you’re being punished outside.”
Kit nodded since he couldn’t speak. That’s what he needed anyway. The rule had been in the contract, he’d messed up, and he’d deserved the punishment so he’d learn and do better.
“You can stay there until Trig decides to take you down,” said Riju. “That’ll give you time to think.”
Without another word, he went in and left Kit to stand there. Cum ran down his legs, and a spreader bar kept his ankles apart. He flushed as a group of students with small badges pinned on their shirts and cloaks came up the street. They giggled at him as they went by. He could only imagine how his back, rear, and thighs looked.
He’d probably be playing with himself later to the memory, although it’d be a while before he could do that. The public humiliation and punishment were getting him so worked up in his head, he almost regretted signing now. He’d have to suffer with no release for a whole year while two attractive men had their way with him whenever they wanted. That wasn’t counting whoever else got to use his ass and mouth.
He thought his only punishment then was to be displayed so anyone who passed would know he’d been disobedient. Trig came out after almost thirty minutes. Kit’s shoulders were feeling the strain, and his calves hurt a little too. When he saw the whip, he knew he wasn’t being released just yet. Dear Elira, they certainly intended to whip him into shape.
“A few minutes, and you forgot the title.” Trig shook his head. “Nobody told you to relax, and it's quite a simple rule to follow. You disappoint me, Kit.”
Kit eyed the whip as it unfurled.
“This is how you’ll learn.”
The cracks started again. It was worse that time when a couple of students stopped to watch as more welts were addedto his backside and thighs, and the leather licked the ones that were already there. Trig was just as good with the whip. Being watched by strangers upped his shame as his legs shook. One of the students had a notable bulge in his trousers, and Kit wondered if he’d be made to take care of it.
Trig told the students to move along once he seemed to be finished after a dozen. Kit breathed heavily as he came around. “Are you going to forget to call us Master again?”
Kit shook his head as he mumbled through the gag.
“Should I let you down or give you more licks?”
Kit lowered his eyes and didn’t try to speak. Clearly, the one who was chained and had just been whipped didn’t get to make decisions. If he shook his head no, Trig would probably start over again to teach him his place.
“You’ll come inside now.”
Kit’s room was small, and it only contained a cot, and his pack was in the corner. After a glass of water, Trig left him kneeling on the floor and told him to stay. Kit assumed he’d be left alone. Instead, Riju came in after less than a minute and lay on the cot.
Kit assumed he’d be fucked again, or perhaps he’d be ordered to take Riju in his mouth. His Master motioned to him.
“Get on me,” he said.
“I don’t understand. Do you want me to ride your cock, Master?”
“No. Lay on me face-to-face. I’ll cuddle you like that.”
It was a strange way to cuddle. He crawled over and carefully laid himself atop Riju. For a moment, it was awkward to be using someone like a bed, but he let himself sink into the sensation. Riju smelled like roses which was common for fairies, and Kit had the same along with a hint of sunflowers. Riju also smelled of magnolias. It was so rich and natural, Kit was sure it wasn’t from bath oils or soaps.
“See? Isn’t it nice? Full touch, but nothing will hurt your back.”
“It is, Master.”
“Trig's expecting someone, so I'll take care of you.”
