Page 64 of On His Terms

“What’s it to be?”

She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping to hide her frustration. “I’ll do them now.”

“Smart. Very smart. Get on with it when you’re ready. The longer you delay, the worse it will seem.”

That was probably the truth.

Aware of his scrutiny, she once more lowered herself to the floor.

“And look in the mirror.”

The second part of his order was the most difficult.

Lesson learned. If she’d safe worded or simply performed her movements that night, she’d have spared herself a spanking and him adding additional requirements to his original order.

Because she was already fatigued, her motions were less elegant than even minutes before, and she moved slower, which meant it took more time than usual to get through her paces.

By the time she’d finished, her body was dotted with perspiration, and her muscles demanded a long soak in Epsom salts.

“Well done.”

That one little statement vanquished all her agony.

“Now stand with your hands folded loosely at your back.” When she did, he asked, “Do you recall how you insisted you didn’t want the cane to be used on your pussy?”

She shuddered. “Uhm…” She couldn’t get enough air into her lungs. “You said you might punish my pussy with it.”

“Tonight I’m going to show you it can be pleasurable.”

The sight of him holding the cane filled her vision.

“I’m going to have you move through the positions again, but this time your wrists will be attached to the collar.”

Did he say and do things in order to keep her guessing? She was expecting him to use the rattan on her, but instead he’d decided to cuff her. Suddenly that seemed like the lesser of two evils.

“Anything you say, Sir.”

“Very well done.” He leaned the cane against the mirror where she couldn’t forget about it. Clearly he had a sadistic streak.

He walked into his closet and returned with cuffs. Within seconds, he had her wrists attached to the D-rings on her collar.

“Keep your eyes on your reflection as you kneel back.”

She was concentrating on him, and on what she was doing, so intently that his strict bondage didn’t upset her.

“Fabulous,” he said, when he’d had her stop in the inspect pose. “You were wobbly a couple of times, but since you couldn’t use your hands for balance, you did better than I expected. Your practice is paying off. Soon you’ll have full mastery.”

Soaring, she grinned. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Do you have a full-length mirror at home?”

“I do.”

“Good. From here on, do your exercises in front of it.”

Which meant making friends with the mirror, or at least not seeing it as an enemy. He didn’t ask for much.

He moved around her to pick up the cane then stood next to the mirror.