The thirteen-hour flight was torture. Kate tried to sleep through as much of it as she could, knowing when she arrived sleep would be the last thing she’d want to do, but her mind was far too preoccupied. The same image that had haunted her day and night for the last three months was relentless now more than ever. She kept picturing the look on her Master’s face when she had failed to obey him, as he looked deep into her eyes and said, "When you come here in three months time, the first thing you will do is pick out a cane from my collection, bend over my dining room table, lift up your skirt and beg me to punish you." Sometimes when she closed her eyes she’d swear she could hear his deep, seductive voice whispering these words. The thought absolutely terrified her, but it also aroused her more than any fantasy.

She wasn’t sure how she’d react. Her Master had doled out small punishments in the past, but never anything she couldn’t handle. She wasn’t so sure she could handle ...

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