200 Whacks

She locks him down in the posture collar first. Blindfold next. Gag after that. Wooden pegs bite into his skin by the dozen. His cock's already caged and hurting. She makes him talk—wants compliments, the dirtier the better—while she lays into him. Every strike gets counted. Every word gets judged. He earns each one. Shoe leather in his mouth. Cane across his feet. Crop across his balls. She works him over slow, then faster, until two hundred marks land and his voice is raw. Only then does she unlock the cage. Only then does she take him inside. He swears every second was worth it.