Chapter Nine
More days passed. Emma saw Master less than she might have wished, but they spoke at least once every day, and several times they took meals together. They had s*x together occasionally, usually in a quite straightforward, vanilla manner, though once Master beat her in his study, so hard that Emma was convinced he must have drawn blood, though when she examined herself later she saw that it was not so, even though the marks were livid.
He began by positioning her naked over his desk and stood behind her, talking to her softly while he stroked her bottom with his hand.
“I wish you to understand the difference in three kinds of beating. In the first place, there is the beating done for our mutual pleasure. You have a beautiful ass and nothing pleases me more than to spank it,
