Being Mastered the finale
His eyes bored into mine as he could see the realization in them that my discipline was to get even harsher yet. “You will get 12 strokes with this riding crop. You will count the strokes out loud. After each one, you will thank me and ask for the next. If you lose count, we will start again. If you keep count, and sound appropriately grateful right to the end, you will get a reward. Do you understand?” My brain raced – twelve, and I had to be grateful and ask for each one. What else could he...