Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55099 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55099 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
I walked closer to the founders’ cabins so I could get a read on Nora’s expression. I wasn’t worried one bit here. She was a masochist, and Ash was a Sadist. She’d take a solid beating for him, and I trusted her to know when to stop.
Santiago delivered the safeword speech. “Because we don’t know the weight our regular safeword carries in your dynamic, we’re replacing red with blue for this station. So the moment you, the slave, decide that this is it, your Owner is pleased now, you safeword blue out loud. If you understand, say yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Sir!” the subs replied together.
Then Camden raised his hand.
Reese inclined his head. “You may speak, pet.”
“Thank you kindly! So, um, I love spankings sometimes, okay?” Camden said. “Like, a sexy spanking. I love those. But that’s not suffering, you know? So am I suffering or not?”
I smiled.
“What’s the name of the station?” Reese asked patiently.
Camden scrunched his nose. “Suffer for Your Owner.”
Reese nodded. “Then I don’t think your Owner will spank you.”
Anthony smirked and hugged his boy from behind, and he whispered something in Camden’s ear.
Whatever it was made the boy recoil and glare up at Anthony. “My feet, Daddy?! Why would you flog my feet?! That sounds horrible!”
“You mean it sounds like you’ll be suffering?” Santiago drawled. “I reckon a sawhorse will be good for little Camden.”
“I should not have opened my mouth,” Camden whispered to himself.
Ah, the lesson a brat never learned.
“On that note,” Reese went on, “the Owners can choose their furniture now.”
Ash immediately ushered Nora over to the pillory, the only piece of equipment we’d once had at the front of the house. I knew Nora wasn’t a fan of that, and I was sure Ash knew it too.
Greer guided Archie to a cross, so did KC with Noa, and Kingsley wanted Tate on one of the other sawhorses.
“Before you strap your subs down, make sure they’re only wearin’ underwear,” Reese instructed.
That meant Nora had to shed her tight little dress, revealing a thong and a sports bra underneath. And Tate removed his beater that matched his black boxer briefs. Property of Master Kingsley, as they read.
Nora spotted me right before Ash helped her get in position, and I blew her a quick kiss.
She pursed her lips to hide a smile, then put her head and hands through the holes. Lastly, Ash closed the heavy wooden top so she couldn’t get out.
I took a swig of my drink before setting the bottle down in the grass. This was going to be fun, and I didn’t wanna miss a second. It was literally the only reason I’d suggested each organizer would have a break during a relatively short event. The participants got to draw mascots and eat fruit; we got a break.
Greer opted for a cane, which I thought was interesting. While Archie loved to suffer for Greer, pain wasn’t a spice they added for the sake of it. I’d witnessed way more discomfort coming from him. Like being a human table or footstool.
Poor Tate had to suffer with a whip made of coconut fibers and leather.
Not much would make Noa suffer in the pain department, though being restrained did it for him. He hated being strapped to that cross, and he was struggling to hide it.
“Slaves, get ready,” Reese declared. “You may make sounds—scream or moan, I don’t care—but you are not allowed to curse your Owner out or use foul language.”
I bet that was the first time Reese had used the term foul language.
Ash was the first to strike—literally. He’d picked a spiked paddle, a tool Nora didn’t necessarily hate, but she didn’t like the spikes. More than that, Ash was going to town on the backs of her thighs, so it was going to hurt to sit later.
As predicted, my girl gritted her teeth and screwed her eyes shut.
Camden yelped as Anthony began flogging the boy’s feet.
Greer’s cane came down hard across Archie’s back, with the boy’s muscles contracting. I couldn’t see his face, just his body and how much he tensed up.
Tate, though. Amazing. He had his cheek on this side of the sawhorse, and he didn’t make a single face. Yet. He took his Master’s whip with practiced ease and breathed through the initial onslaught.
“Blue!” Archie gritted out.
Greer stopped immediately, and he looked to be fighting a smile.
Reese stepped up behind the cross so he could look Archie in the eye. “And why did you safeword? Is your Owner satisfied?”
Archie unclenched a little. “Yes, Sir. He doesn’t want marks on his property’s body.”
Reese flicked Greer a look, silently asking for confirmation.
“Spot-on.” Greer nodded. “Whole other game if it’s my frog boy.”
I chuckled softly. Wasn’t that the truth? He could unleash the Sadist on Corey instead, who craved pain.
“Fair enough,” Reese replied. “Good job.” He turned back to Santiago. “Five points for Greer’s slave.”