Page 24 of Regal Feather
caged_pig
Is it okay if a friend is there when I do it? Maybe he can record? I’m just scared that it’s going to bleed or something, and I’m scared of blood, Sir
Sir Ismael
But not scared enough to safeword?
caged_pig
No, Sir. I’ve just passed out before when I’ve been caned and blood has spilled, so I’d rather someone is there
If it’s okay, Sir
Sir Ismael
It’s okay
Just so you know, there will be a second punishment after this one
Passing out at the sight of blood is something you should’ve told me when we first matched
caged_pig
I’m sorry, Sir
I forgot
Sir Ismael
Excuses will only make your punishment worse, slut
Go get fucked by your friend now
caged_pig
Yes, Sir
NINE
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Iwas shaking, wasn’t I?
“Hey.” Danny all but barked at me. I’d first thought I’d ask Santos. It made more sense. I felt closer to him, and he’d been recording all the videos for Sir Ismael and really getting into it, but caning my dick might have been a bit too much. He had said he wasn’t a Dom. I hadn’t asked for more details, but if he wasn’t a Dom, it wasn’t a stretch to say he wasn’t a Sadist, and some subs liked to watch impact play even if they didn’t particularly like it on themselves, but did I want to push him there? Did I, when part of me was still scared that he’d just say yes because it was me, and we lowkey needed better boundaries? I didn’t. “Are you into this or not?”
“I am.” I swallowed. Danny might not have been the smartest choice, either. I’d gone to him because I knew he had done it before, and he liked it, and he was less intimidating than his Dom, but he was also very impatient. And very bad at understanding that not everyone was like him. “But I’m scared, too.”
Danny lowered his phone. Santos had gone out to grab lunch with Carlos during the latter’s break, andDanny had the day off today, so it had seemed like the perfect time to get this outof the way. I’d put it off for two weeks now. Sir Ismael wasn’t saying anything, but I felt the weight of disappointing him. The absence, too.
I could’ve told him I was backing down, that I wasn’t ready, but I hadn’t wanted to do that. I wanted to go through this. My toes curled at the thought, at the wrongness of the act and the rightness of pleasing my Dom. Of giving him what he wanted and going through my punishment like a good boy.
A good girl?
I should ask him.
I couldn’t ask him until I proved to myself that I could do this.
Danny did it. He said it was hot.
