My ass still hurt, the redness from yesterday having morphed to long black-and-blue bruises. Sitting was a study in agony, yet here I was again. The white and gold corset was back. Instead of panties there was a white thong, which left my abused ass cheeks completely exposed. I could only assume the lingerie was a sign that he wasn’t angry anymore. As I got dressed I tried to feel something. Ever since the beach yesterday I’d been unable to shake the emotional numbness that gripped me. It was almost as if I were in shock, my heart going numb rather than letting me feel the pain my choices had caused. I told myself to be grateful that Master Clay wanted to see me again so soon, considering how angry he’d been with me. He was right, it had been stupid of me to talk to him at the gala. If I’d just kept my mouth shut maybe right now I’d be with Brad, curled up watching a movie, or eating pizza—something normal. If I’d woken up to Brad coming to take me out to lunch would I have abandoned my foray into submission in favor of the cute boy and normal things?
