///Livy started crying softly and bowed her head in shame. She had been reduced to an absolute mess after twenty, how was she to take fifty? And what if, in the midst of it all, she begged him to stop? Or said something, without being able to think through the pain? Her employment contract was for two years, she couldn't take fifty a week for two years.

'Report to my office, over the table, legs spread out widely. Now.'

'Yes, sir,' she sobbed, and half ran out of the room.///

His office was unlocked, and she allowed herself in. It was beautiful, five times as large as Julius's was, dark wood furniture, grandiose. She had been in rooms like this before, when she was younger, richer. Now, she was reduced to a servant. One who was in trouble again. She should have swallowed-he was the master of the house after all, and she should have known. She wiped away her tears and got into her position, ass in the air, legs spread eagle, holding onto the table as if for dear life. She felt another sob rip through her. Her throat hurt, one of those hurts that she knew would just worsen over time.

She shut her eyes tight as she remembered the last few cracks of the cane she had endured last time. She shivered as she heard a creak, thinking he had arrived, but the door didn't open.

Hours ticked by on the clock above his desk, painful, painful hours. At every creak, or sound or breeze she would jump, thinking that was it, her reckoning had come. She began to hope he had forgotten about her. He was a busy man, probably had hundreds of things on the mind, why should he remember her? But even as she entertained this hope, she knew it could not be true. He had seemed truly angry at her, and she instinctively knew he was a man of his word.

She jumped hard, when the door opened.

Her heart seemed to want to beat through her chest, her blood rushing to her ears, as she heard his heavy footsteps walking around the office. She stood as still as she possibly could, hoping he would say something. She didn't know where in the room he was, and she thought she might be close to hyperventilating with anticipation. Minutes ticked by, she began shaking, and she was just beginning to wonder if she had imagined him coming into the room when she heard the cane slicing through the air and - she yelped.

It was as if her whole tension dropped onto the table. 'One. Thank you.'

'I just want you to count, saying thank you just slows us down.' His voice didn't seem as angry anymore, just to the point.

'Yes, sir. Sorry, sir,' she breathed. Crack!

She held in a scream. These were definitely stronger than Julius's strokes.

'Two.'

By the seventh one, she was already squirming, already feeling the heat on her ass. She mostly felt terrified, 'Eight!' with each stroke, that she had dozens more.

'Nine!' it tore through her, pure white hot pain. Then -

Crack!

'Ten!'

Crack!

'Eleven!' there hadn't been a second to -

Crack!

'Twelve!' she breathed sharply,

Crack!

'Th-thirteen!' he was spreading them up and down her ass and legs, but they were too quick, she couldn't think for the pain-

Crack! Crack! Crack!

She yelped hard with each one.

'F-f-f-fourteen,' she couldn't breath through her sobs, 'f-fif-t-t-teen-' Crack!

'If you dont know how to count, we won't count those. Last one was thirteen, next one is fourteen.'

She bit her lip hard. She was so stupid, why was she adding strokes onto the fifty she already had? She breathed deeply, held tightly onto the table and decided to focus.

Crack!

'Fourteen!' Pure white heat, burning

Crack!

'Fifteen! She tried no to but squirmed hard, she wanted to get away-

Crack!

'S-sixteen!' her ass was fire, pure pain, like she had never felt before. She shook her legs as if it would shake off the cane.

The next four he slowed down with, as if savouring each one. She jumped forward with each stroke. She was yelping now, a yelp and a 'nineteen!' loud, sobbing yelp and 't-twenty!' she couldn't help it.

'After twenty-five, I will take over counting,' he spoke, she barely took it in, thinking only of the pain, the absolute sting of the cane. 'Just count these last few.'

She readied herself for the onslaught, and boy was it an onslaught.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

She screamed at each one, hard, sobbed and sobbed. She could barely think but- focus! Focus! Or it'll never end!

'Twenty one, twenty two, twenty three, twenty four twenty five!' she shouted, as quick and loud as she could, squirming, barely thinking. Please, let it be over. She couldn't take more. Please, please.

'Well done,' he said, she sunk into the table, relief, pure relief. Of course he wouldn't do fifty, it was too much!

'You've taken the first half well.'

She felt her heart sink. She couldn't take that many more. She couldn't, she couldn't, but she couldn't beg either.

'Your folly today was deeply embarrassing for me. It derailed my day, and that costs thousands. Your little servant brain could not comprehend it, but I am actually being lenient with my punishment. Unkinder men would give you hundreds, leave you bed bound for weeks.'

She could hardly take anything in, she squirmed, wanting so bad to stop, to put her cold hands to her ass, to go lie in bed and cry.

'Now we must begin the second half. But as it is quite difficult I will be kind enough to stop you from embarrassing yourself.'

She faintly wondered what this meant, as she heard his footsteps recede. Maybe he would be gentle? Maybe he would stop, please yes please stop.

He came back, and she saw what he meant. He had restraints, and without saying anything, he began the process of securing each limb to the table. Another shiver of fear overwhelmed her, she was to receive another twenty five strokes and she could not get away. But despite that, she was almost grateful. This way her body could not fail her.

She was not expecting the master shoving a thick handkerchief in her mouth, and choked at it. It gagged her, filling her mouth up and bringing her thoughts back to her on her knees, choking on his cock.

Her body trembled with pure terror when she felt the cane graze her ass. It felt, thicker?

'Now, I must warn you, I will now be using a thicker cane. I don't want to damage your ass beyond recognition, so I will spread the punishment out throughout the body.'

Thwack!

It ripped her ass in half. She spasmed, screaming through her gag.

Thwack! She sobbed and screamed.

Thwack! Thwack! THWACK

She could barely think, her whole body shook, snot and tears mixed.

'That's five for the ass.'

What? THWACK

Her back bloomed into pure pain, it was worse than the ass, It was brutally painful.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

She was screaming so hard it was heard through the gag, a loud harsh whine. Please, please, I've learned my lesson! She tried to shout. Thwack! Please God, stop!

'That's five for the back.'

Thwack! It hit the back of her thighs and she let out a whimper, her legs wobbling.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Her legs collapsed beneath her, and the wrist restraints became all that was holding her up.

THWACK!

It hurt, oh god please stop, it hurt!

'That's fifteen. Just ten to go. But it doesn't seem you've learned your lesson.'

Yes, I have, please! She tried to sob out.

'I'm just going to keep at it until you have. There is no point finishing a punishment if the lesson is not taught. I think your ass misses the cane,' he placed it on her ass and she flinched violently. No more, she wanted no more. She couldn't take them. 'So it can have the final ones.'

Her body hung limp, her legs shaking, she sobbed quietly through the gag and clenched her eyes shut tight. She should have swallowed, even if she hadn't known, she should have known. He was right to correct her, but it just hurt so ba-

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

No! No, please stop, no no no -

THWACK

God no more please

THWACK

It cut through her ass, she bit hard into the gag, choking, choking on sobs. It hurt so so bad.

THWACK THWACK THWACK

She couldn't think anymore. How many did she have left? Stop stop srop

THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK

Another, and another, she cried please no stop her whole body shaking, THWACK and it wouldn't end she lost track of THWACK and-

He stopped.

She couldn't think for the pain. She was barely aware of it as her restraints were undone, as she collapsed to a heap on the floor, with each small movement her body crying out in absolute agony. He removed the gag and she sobbed quietly, laying sideways, her cheek on the cold ground.

'I gave you sixty five total,' the master said, 'Have you learned your lesson now?'

It was more croaked whisper than anything, her throat raw from his clock, from the gag, from the screaming, 'yes, sir.'

'Very good. You may have fifteen minutes to compose yourself, and then you will be standing and ready.'

Saying this, he sat at his desk and began to work on some papers.