Summer’s POV
I thought I'd found the right one - a Master who would treasure me as well as discipline me. I'd always been turned on by the thought of being owned by a strong and demanding man who would punish me if I failed to please him, and I'd loved letting him control and use me. I had loved learning how to please him. Then I began with the smart mouth comebacks. This need to test my limits was one of those character flaws my mother and my teachers had always complained about.
I'd quickly learned that however amused he might be by my cheekiness he would still discipline me. My butt had been reddened more than once for flippantly asking what his last slave had died of or suggesting he get his own drink. After the punishment I'd tearfully promise him I would not let my smart mouth
