How to Discipline Your Vampire(101)
I pulled on a vinyl red catsuit with a black racing stripe down each side, and laced up my baddest boots. He watched from the apparatus, licking his lips.
“I said I wanted to spank. Strap yourself facing inwards.”
He made the adjustment quickly. “Sorry, Mistress Cherry. My humblest apolo—”
Crack went the paddle on his ass. I held back slightly so I wouldn’t break yet another piece. This one was wood with leather stretched over the entire thing. I think the slight stretch in the leather helped keep it together.
Whack.
“Green.”
Whack-whack. The paddle grazed both cheeks.
“Mistress,” he grunted, “may I be honest?”
“Yes.”
“Please use the cane,” William moaned, “I want to feel it.”
Whack.
“You can’t feel this?”
I saw him tense. “It’s very light. I think the cane may actually sting.”
I trudged toward the toy box with a heavy heart. This wasn’t really working, was it? The illusion of domination, the remote semblance of punishment. I drew the cane out from its sheath and smacked it against my palm.
Sting it did.
“Tell me how this feels, William.” I brought the cane down hard against the backs of his thighs.
“Green.”
I smacked him again, harder. “That’s not how you feel, William. It’s what you want. Now tell me how it feels.” Smack-smack.
“Good.”
I knew by the brevity and tone that he was lying.
“Get down.”
“Mistress—”
“Actually, don’t get down,” I said, teeth clenched painfully. “Break out of it.”
“You don’t want that.”
I smacked the cane fruitlessly against his buttocks and it snapped in half. “Don’t tell me what I want.”
With an angry grunt, William snapped the shackles around his hands and feet. The bolts and all tore right out of the rack, and he stood before me naked and broken-cuffed.
And steaming mad.
He took a small step toward me, face grim. “Was that necessary, Mistress?”
I picked the pieces of the cane up from the floor. “Are you questioning me?”
“Yes. Why couldn’t we just play like we always do?”
I pointed my finger into his chest, pushing against his skin. “Because you basically told me I wasn’t doing it right.”
Still, he remained immobile and looming over me. “I was just being honest. You told me to tell you what I want. And what I wanted was to feel more than a light brush.”
I scoffed. “And what I wanted was a piece of furniture that could actually hold you.”
“You made me break out.”
“I had to dispel the illusion of what we were doing. Face it, William, the power exchange will always be this way. You being fucking supernaturally strong, and me pretending to be what you need.”