Chapter 253

"Four," I answered, desperately hoping that that meant four strikes of the flogger. Silly me.

"Yes, and four times twenty is eighty. Isn't that right, kitten?"

I was gasping and he hadn't even struck me yet, but I didn't dare not answer. "Yes, daddy."

"Now, my darling, it is very important that you do not move. Can you do that?"

"No, daddy. I'm sorry. I don't think I can stay still." I was begging and I wasn't even sure for what. But then he answered me.

"Do you want me to bind you?"

I actually said it. "Please, daddy Please bind me."

He moved back to the chest and opened one of the drawers, pulling out short segments of rope. He then proceeded to tie my wrists to rings embedded in the legs of the sawhorse. I hadn't noticed them before in the dim light, but now, being so much closer, I realized there were a number of such rings, to accommodate different positions, I supposed. He did the same with my knees, then adjusted the padded rests downward so