The leather strap is gone.

Madam is reaching for something new—a wooden paddle.

duckie knows what’s coming next.

She raises it high—and brings it down.

The crack is louder, sharper. The flat, unyielding wood slaps across his already tender, reddened ass.

He barely gets the first number out before the next strike lands.

“One! Thank you, Madam!”

Another.

“Two! Thank you, Madam!”

The plug is making itself known now.

duckie’s breathing changes—shorter, sharper. His voice starts to shake with every count, his body reacting to the pressure inside him.

Twenty hits in.

His fingers grip tight, his legs flex, but he keeps counting.

Thirty.

His voice is breaking, but he isn’t stopping.

Forty.

He is screaming through the numbers now.

Fifty.

“Fifty for Madam, thank you, Madam!”

And then Madam smiles—just a small, knowing expression.

She reaches down and twists the base of the plug.

duckie jerks against the restraints.

She just turned it on.

It’s a vibrator.

And now, everything is different.