Eventide (Her Father, My Master) by Mallorie Griffin Page A

ass and back screamed in protest whenever I moved, but I had to
    take care of this.
    The whip was bloody – it'd left a spotty red mess on the white carpet. I'd have to clean that, too.
    For now, I picked the offending instrument up and slowly walked to the bathroom. Not only did my
    ass scream in protest, my entire body ached from having to hold that degrading position for so long. I
    shivered and shuddered as I walked. I was a wreck.
    When I reached the bathroom, I immediately surveyed the damage in the mirror, twisting my body and
    craning my neck to get a good look. It wasn't quite as bad as I feared. There were a couple of thin red
    lines, slowly oozing a small amount of blood, and a lot of angry pink welts. There was some already
    dried blood smeared around, no doubt because of the whip.
    I deserved it. I was a bad slave, and this was my punishment. A thrill ran through my body as I
    thought that. This was the harshest punishment my master had ever administered, and I loved it. My skin
    throbbed, a constant reminder of the attention he gave me. My ass twinged and ached. And I savored
    every last little bit of echoing pain.
    I now took the whip, and ran it under the faucet. The water turned pink from the blood on it. My
    blood. There wasn't a lot – only just enough for it to stain the carpet. After the whip was cleaned, I took a paper towel, and wiped the same liquid from my skin. Again, there wasn't much. Just enough to be a
    constant reminder of my master in my life.
    Now for the carpet. There was carpet cleaner in the linen closet, and I grabbed it before heading back
    to my room. I carefully placed the whip on a dresser and then turned to the carpet. This shouldn't be too
    difficult, though I'd never really cleaned carpet before. I shot a stream of liquid at the offending stain that I'd caused. Within moments, it vanished.
    The place was clean. I'd done my duty. I wasn't sure what to do next, so I returned the carpet cleaner,
    grabbed a towel, and placed it on the bed, gingerly sitting on it and awaiting the return of my master.
    I didn't have too long to wait, thankfully. Apparently my master thought I'd had enough punishment for
    one night, as he returned to my room ten minutes later.
    “I'm disappointed, my pet,” he said as he stood before me, towering over me. I looked up at him
    hesitantly, nervously. I wasn't certain that the punishment was over, yet. “I gave you an order, and you
    disobeyed it.”
    “I'm sorry, sir,” I replied, ducking my head and letting a curtain of blonde hair fall in front of my face.
    I couldn't handle this. I was a bad girl, a bad slave.
    “We need to fix your transgression,” he said, hooking a finger under my chin and lifting my face
    upwards.
    A thrill ran down my spine, once again. “Y-yes, sir,” I said, stuttering. Why was I stuttering at him,
    all of a sudden?
    Wordlessly, he leaned down and grabbed me by the waist now, bodily lifting me upwards into a
    standing position and turning me around. He was so strong.
    “Hands and knees,” he rasped, and I fell onto the bed, immediately complying. I may have been a bad
    slave, but right now I wanted to be a good slave. I wanted to be good for him.
    His fingers traced along the whip-marks he'd put on me ass now, and I flinched at the aching pain. It
    still hurt so much, and I knew I would be feeling that pain for days. It's been months since I'd been
    whipped like that. My skin was so tender, so easily broken.
    “It seems we're going to need to start, from the beginning,” he said quietly, in an almost conversational
    tone.
    “Yes, sir,” I replied, steeling my will, but letting my body relax. It had to relax, to be able to take
    whatever my master wanted to dish out to me. I could hear the rustling of something behind me. He was
    getting the plug.
    “Perhaps not quite from the beginning,” he growled and suddenly leapt upon me. I tensed in shock.
    He was just going to take me, like this, right now. “You should