Those Who Trust (Phan)

Part 41

This is it, you guys. The last chapter. The end. I just wanted to thank you all so much for your support, for commenting and liking the story. It means so much to me, you have no idea. So one final time, I hope you enjoy this chapter of Those Who Trust. :) x

(I realized these are not on wattpad, but if you want to read more of TWT you can find timestamps here that I may still occasionally update: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5851930/chapters/13488358)

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The submissive kneeling in front of him looked beautiful. His back was straight and his head bowed, hair falling into his face and hiding his blue eyes. His skin was glistening with a layer of sweat due to the temperature in the room, nerves and excitement.

"Tell me your safeword," Phil ordered with a loud and commanding voice as he laid his hand on the back of the submissive's head, grabbed him by the hair and pulled on it, forcing him to move his head and look straight ahead, meeting their small audience's hungry stares.

"Green means I'm good, yellow means that I want you to slow down, and red or summer means I want you to stop, Master."

"Very good. I've heard that you haven't been behaving correctly this past week, submissive. Is that correct?"

There was a little cough coming from the audience that Phil ignored, all his attention focused on the man kneeling before him. He could feel how his sub tried to lower his head in shame, but his grip on the man's hair held him in place.

"Yes, Sir." Shame coloured the submissive's voice.

"Why don't you tell our audience what you did?"

"I came, Sir, without your permission."

Phil hummed under his breath.

"And what did I say at last week's session?"

"You told me that I wasn't allowed to come for a week." The kneeling man's voice got quieter with every word, and Phil tugged on his hair, making him hiss in slight pain, and reminded him to speak with a loud and clear voice.

Repeating himself, the submissive added, "I need to be punished for my mistake, Sir."

"I agree, you deserve a punishment."

Pretending to consider what punishment would be appropriate for the submissive to put on a show for the audience although he already knew what to do, Phil let go of the man's hair and stepped over to a wall equipped with all kinds of whips, paddles and bondage gear. He let his fingers trail over some of the choices displayed before him, before grabbing a Knoppler paddle, a rectangular paddle made out of leather.

"Your punishment will be twenty strikes with a paddle. You will count them loud and clear, so that everyone can hear you. After every strike, you'll thank me. Get on your hands and knees, present your back to the audience. For the first ten counts you will not make any sounds other than counting and thanking me. After that, you are allowed to make other noises as well. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Master."

The submissive changed into the position Phil had ordered him, and Phil could see a small smirk on his lips as soon as his face was turned away from the audience. Obviously this was less of a punishment for him than a reward.

Phil stepped over, running his hand over the man's naked backside. He'd start off with five softer strokes for a warm-up, before increasing the intensity of them, and check in with his submissive after every five strikes. Most of the strikes would be delivered directly to the man's buttocks, never above them because it could damage his kidneys, but a few of the softer ones he'd aim at the back of his thighs as well.