First strike lands.

duckie doesn’t hesitate—he calls it out.

“One for mrsub, thank you, Mistress.”

Another strike. Then another. Each one lands cleanly, a steady cadence of smacks and responses.

Ten in.

duckie’s voice is still steady.

Mistress Heather isn’t holding back. She’s swinging full force, and each hit echoes through the room.

Fifteen. duckie’s breathing is heavier now.

Eighteen.

He’s still locked in place, muscles tight, but he’s feeling this.

Twenty. That’s it. mrsub’s punishment is done.

Madam takes the rod back. No break—she’s keeping this moving.