TWENTY SIX

Michael's POV

I stood in the bedroom, my eyes fixed on Ruth's butt as she lay with her stomach on the bed. She thought she could disobey me and get away with it? I thought not.

I raised the cane and brought it down across her backside. She gasped, scrambling to her feet.

"Maintain the position," I growled.

She hesitated, but I raised the cane again. She quickly resumed the position, counting out loud as I flogged her.

When we reached ten, I told her to stand. She struggled to her feet, her eyes flashing with pain and anger.

"Never disobey me again," I warned, my voice low.

I lifted her face and kissed her, but she didn't return the kiss. I asked her if she knew about BDSM, but she didn't reply. I explained it to her, but she seemed uninterested.

I fetched an ointment and rubbed it on her skin, soothing the pain away. She seemed relieved, but I knew I had to make her understand.

I began to beg her, to soothe her heart. I caressed her, pulled off her dress, and sucked her breast. I wide