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The feel of his handkerchief against her face almost made her start sobbing. Isabel wanted to protest that she didnât deserve that kindness, that care or attention or mindfulness - not when she was still here and her sister was not. But wasnât that the point of this? To work towards moving past her guilt and her grief, to start to accept that not only shouldnât she punish herself for the rest of her years, but that she still deserved love? For a brief moment, her chest heaved in warning that the dam would burst. But then the words of praise and affirmation reached her ears and mind, sigh audible through the lump in her throat that remained.  âThank you, Master Kadri,â came the quiet whisper, the shifter almost afraid that if she raised her voice that it would all pour out and her earned punishment would end too soon. She knew better than to try to endure past her limit, but she needed it pushed. Without it, she didnât know if this would work as she hoped.
So it was with relief that the pain of another raised welt burned her ass, grip to the ropes that held her upright tightening as she cried out an âEleven, Master Kadri.â Each strike brought more volume, more tears, more pain and absolution. By twenty she was almost sobbing, still upright only between her bonds and strength of will. Isabel doubted they would get to thirty given the way her body wanted to slump and her mind wanted to drown in the pain and depth of subspace. But she wasnât ready to stop yet. Whether it was from a healthy acknowledgement that she needed more for it to sink in, or a stubborn refusal to give in until sheâd been pushed past her limits, she didnât know. It didnât stop her eyes from prying open to try to find his, gaze pleading.  âP-please, Master Kadri,â she begged.  âPlease donât stop yet. Green. For five more. If it pleases you. Itâs ⊠itâs my fault. I deserve so much worse than this,â came the quiet admission, voice choked up as her emotions continued to pour from her eyes.  âPlease.â
Kadri stepped to the side of Isabel, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder so he could look into her eyes. Â He wanted to make sure that she wasn't letting her stubbornness run away with her. Â It was simply part of his job being a good Dom and he genuinely cared for Isabel. Â The poor girl blamed herself for something she had no hand in and no amount of talking through it seemed to work. Â Sighing and nodding his head at her pleas he finally spoke. Â "Five more, then we will at least take a break. Â I understand why you need this but you also need to remember not to push yourself past tour limits."
Stepping back behind the shifter, the momic paused for a moment and wiped his palm on his trousers, drying off the sweat so he could keep a firm grip on the cane. Â The last thing either of them needed was an unintended injury. Â Lining up the cane and checking his aim, Kadri swung the first of the next, and hopefully last, strikes. Â He added a little more umph to the strikes, hoping the extra sting would help her reach the end of her requested punishment. Â The remaining strikes came just as hard, Kadri setting the cane aside to walk around and cup Isabel's face between his hands. Â "How are you?"















