Made to Submit

12. First Encounter

"You've really disappointed me. I thought you knew better than to run from problems. I'm your master because: 1. You didn't try and find a master, or 2. You didn't listen to Sam. Now I am your master and will be until you submit. And you can't pretend because I will know when you give up all control."

I roll my eyes at his speech. I'm not going to submit to the likes of him. My hair covers my eyes which probably kept Hale from seeing that and giving me another punishment.

He steps in my line of sight and bends the cane almost into a U. I knew the junior cane was flexible, but not that flexible. I'm getting kind of scared now, this is going to be pure torture.

"You're going to count every stroke. Then thank me for keeping you from making a huge mistake. Running will only result in prison, or found by an abusive man."

At the end of the statement, I hear the cane cut through the air and tense. But pain doesn't register on my ass. I keep in place as I hear another swoosh in the air. Once again, it doesn't make contact. I loosen my body and take calming breaths. It's not starting yet. I hear the cane cut through the air again, and this time it is accompanied by a searing straight line of hell on my ass. I let out a screech as the pain works through my body.

"That's quite a nice welt." Hale voices from behind me. He brings his hand down onto my ass, touching the welt and I let out a grunt of pain. "It looks like it hurt. But one welt looks lonely. We need to add a couple more to make sure it has friends."

I tense as I hear the cane wish through the air again. It doesn't make contact. What kind of game is Hale playing?

"Don't tense yourself. The cane will only hit relaxed bottoms."

What?

"If you tense your body, the cane will hurt more, and you might fall over. That's why you have to be calm, and not tense." He replies, as if he heard my thoughts.

At the end of his statement, the cane comes down again and creates another welt on my ass. I let out a screech and bend my knees a little to keep from falling over.

"I didn't seem to hear counts, or thank you's for that matter." Hale trails the cane across my ass, pressing it against the welts.

"One, Master. Thank you, Master." I quickly voice. I can tell that if I start with 2, he'll start over.

"Good. You know how to count correctly." Hale says and the cane lifts off my ass.

I try to untense my body, and wait. The cane still doesn't hit. Why is he making me wait like this? It uncomfortable and awkward. Never mind, that's why he's making me wait. He wants me to feel uncomfortable. He wants me to be scared, waiting for the next stroke. He wants me to-

The cane cracks down on my ass again.

"Two, Master." I screech. "Thank you, Master."

As soon as the words left my mouth, another blow of the cane hits my ass.

"Three, Master. Thank you, Master"

What? Now he went fast? I thought he wanted me to wait. He hasn't hit me again yet. Maybe he wants it to be varied so that I won't know when he will hit me. It's a great strategy, I must say- I am scared right now. Short waits, long waits, all mixed up to confuse me.

Another blow. This one is hard enough to make me sway forward a little. I screech again, and bend my knees, moving my ass in the air to relieve the pain.

"Four, Master. Thank you, Master."

I bend my knees again, wiggling a little. Tears are forming in my eyes, but I blink them away.

"Don't move excessively, it'll only make the punishment last longer." His statement is punctuated with a whish of the cane- which doesn't hit.

"Do you remember why you are being punished?"

"Yes, Master." I reply with gritted teeth.

"Name it."

"Because I tried to run away, Master."

"Wrong!" Another hit across my ass.

"Five, Master. Thank you, Master"

"You are being punished because 1. You tried to run away."

Swoosh, and a line of pain across my ass.

"Six, Master. Thank you, Master"

"2. You didn't think about the safety factors."

Another red stripe across my ass.

"Seven, Master. Thank you, Master."

"And 3. When you ran away, you stole from me. I bought those clothes, therefore you shouldn't taken them."

This time a blow did not accompany his statement. I stand there a couple seconds. Never mind, another blow.

"Eight, Master. Thank you, Master." The tears are freely dripping down my face. I move my ass a little, trying to relieve the pain, but it didn't work then, and still isn't working.

"You need to learn the consequences of your actions. If it means a spanking every night before you go to bed, so be it. You are not in charge of your life. I am, and you will listen to me."

A searing hit pain spreads through my sit-spots.

I let out a strangled screech. I bend my knees again and try to move my ass away from Hale without him realizing my intentions. "Nine, Master. Thank you, Master." I say as I move back into position, knowing its hopeless to try and escape the situation.

"This will be the last one." The cane comes down again, and joins the other welts.

"Ten, Master. Thank you, Master."

The pain is so intense, but I don't think any of them overlapped. They're all parallel lines. Sitting will be terrible. Sleeping will be terrible if I roll onto my back. Walking will be terrible. Everything will be terrible. And Hale will make sure there are many opportunities in which I felt those 11 stripes on my ass.

"You can stand up now." His voice is softer, almost nice and caring.

I lifted myself up and gingerly bring my hands towards my ass. I use my index finger closer to the highest welt, and spring it away the moment they make contact. That hurt so much!

"Don't touch your ass. You'll get in trouble again if you do." Hale voices.

I move my hands in front of my body and clasp them together. I keep my gaze on his feet, not daring to look up. I don't want another punishment. My ass already has faced his wrath, and I don't want another punishment today. It'll probably leave bruising.

"Jade. Look up at my face." He commands.

I slowly lift my head.

"I want you to look me in the eyes, and tell me you won't try and run away again. And if you do, you will beg me to cane you when we find you. Because we will find you if your try and run again."

"I promise I'll try not to run away again. And if I do, you'll cane me when I come back." I respond, looking him in the eye. I keep my left hand covered from his view, because my fingers are crossed.

"You forgot something."

"And I'll beg you to cane me when you find me." I quickly add.

"Good." Hale nods and opens the door. "Let's get a warm bath ready for you. It'll help with the pain."

He holds the door open for me and I step out and head towards the bathroom. He starts to draw the water and I stand there, thinking.

How long until the cane stripes heal? When will I be able to try and leave again? For sure not for a week at least. But soon, I'll try again.