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dragging me away from the table. I stumble behind him, naked and helpless, suppressing protest and moans of pain as his finger cuts deep into my flesh.
    I try to resist when he bends me over the bed, pushing my upper body down on the mattress while my legs are pushed against the side of the bed, my feet barely supporting me while my knees are hanging above the ground.
    He keeps one hand on my upper back to pin me down, making it impossible for me to push myself up. My face is pushed into the sheets, and I turn my head in an attempt to look back at him.
    That is when the first slap hits me. Then another one. He is spanking me. Hard. I gasp in surprise, trying to process the pain while his hand keeps coming down on my behind in sharp, hot blows. The pain grows worse with each slap as my skin turns sore.
    I bite my lip, squirming and turning beneath him as much as possible with the tight grip he has on me, but the slaps just keep coming.
    As the fiery pain on my tortured skin turns into violent agony, I can no longer suppress my voice. Screams of torment accompany every new strike that comes and soon those screams are joined by tears.
    "Stop!" I cry out. "Please, stop! Leonar d — "
    But instead of stopping, he grants me another round of fast, even more brutal slaps that cause me to howl like an abused animal.
    How can this not hurt his hand? Each stroke causes an explosion of pain that steals my breath.
    I am sick and dizzy by the time he stops, sobbing uncontrollably beneath him. I have never experienced this amount of pain, especially caused only by a hand.
    Am I that weak? I told him I would stand whatever he is going to do to me, but if his hand hurts this much already, how on earth would I ever cope with anything else? Right now, I don't even want to imagine the agony he could inflict with a belt or a paddle if he chooses to do so.
    His grip loosens, and I sink down as if I was melting under the pain until my knees reach the floor. I don't dare to sit down. My cheeks are on fire, crying in misery.
    I keep my head low and cry into the sheets, ashamed and scared, while he just stands next to me, looking down on me as I try to regain composure.
    I realize that I am hyperventilating. That is no way to calm down.
    Breathe, breathe , I keep telling myself. If I get my breathing under control, the sobbing will stop by itself.
    I hold my breath for a moment and count to three before I take a deep and long breath, filling my lungs to the limit before I exhale equally slowly. My heart rate calms down instantly. It's all in the breath; I know that. I should have never hyperventilated the way I did.
    Well, I will know better next time.
    Still, I don't dare to look up at him. What a defeat. I never imagined myself to be this weak. I have inflicted pain on myself many times before but never like this.
    I feel so naive, so fucking naive.
    "I hope this will help you understand," he whispers. "I told you I will be patient, but my patience has a limit. I will no longer tolerate your excessive backtalk and annoying questions. When I tell you to do something, all I want to hear is 'Yes, Master' and see you fucking do it. Understand?"
    I can feel his eyes on me, waiting for a response. I keep my head low, pressed against the sheets. My breathing has returned to normal, and there are no new tears soaking the sheets, but I still don't want to look up and see his condescending smile, the realization of his victory drawn across his face.
    I open my mouth, but words fail to escape. Why can't I speak? I know I want to, but my voice seems to have disappeared.
    He gives me a few more moments before he hooks a finger under the collar at my neck and pulls me up.
    "Look at me," he orders.
    I let my head fall back until our eyes meet.
    He is not smiling. He doesn't look like he just achieved a victory of any kind. Instead, he looks concentrated and tense.
    "Do you understand?" he repeats. The words are spoken slowly and with emphasize.
    "Yes," I breathe