Worlds Apart 50
Sorry this has been so long in posting. Work has left me exhausted and on my days off I end up helping around the house and again am left exhausted. Lately it's all I can do to just read other people's posts. In fact I'm behind on a few. But I had a little time tonight and my awesome beta got back to me lickidy split. So here it goes.
The first thing Gorlyn was conscious of was that it was very hot in his room. The second was that he was not in his room. The following revelations that he was in his master’s bed and that he was naked were equally horrific. At first he started to panic but then he reminded himself that panic wouldn’t help. Instead he tried to remember how he got into such a horrible mess while his eyes adjusted to the darkness.
Just thinking about how his master held him and comforted him made Gorlyn feel calmer. Comfort. It seemed like a foreign concept. Like something he read about in a book once and always wondered what it meant. He desperately wanted to just sit and think about what it meant that his master had done that for him and his mind was eager to compare it with the memory of Leisa he had relieved in his dream.
All that would of course have to wait until later that night when he was allowed to ‘retire to his room’. First order of business was to get out the bed without waking his master. Being very careful he slid down out of the bed and onto the floor without even a change in his master’s breathing. Second he needed to find his nightshirt. He assumed he had, like he often did in his own bed, taken off and thrown it in his sleep. So it should be on the floor. He carefully crawled around the bed feeling underneath for it. He was on the last side of the bed when the voice came out of nowhere.
“Looking for this?”
Turning slowly Gorlyn saw a fully dressed Johar-ashe standing in the middle of the room holding Gorlyn’s nightshirt between his forefinger and thumb. Gorlyn didn’t have enough time to blink much less explain as Johar-ashe grabbed him by his ear and pulled/led him from the room.
No more words came from Johar-ashe’s mouth as Gorlyn was thrown across Johar-ashe’s desk. When the edge of the desk met with Gorlyn’s midsection it felt as if he had been cut in half. There was some angry stomping around and a slight whistle before the blows started to fall.
It was a cane that hit him. Gorlyn was certain of it. Leisa was very found of canes. She said she loved the combined smell of wood and blood. And though it hurt enough for Gorlyn to yelp with pain at each stroke, Johar-ashe was no where near as good with a cane as Leisa. She was calm and methodical about where she placed each stroke and in what order. In comparison Johar-ashe must be wearing a blindfold and was lucky to be hitting Gorlyn at all. His strikes were everywhere, Gorlyn’s back, ass and legs were randomly hit.
Although if he was blind, Gorlyn thought he was blind with rage. Gorlyn could feel the anger in each strike. Half way through the beating Johar-ashe spoke and his voice confirmed his anger.
“DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF IT HAS BEEN SOMEONE ELSE TO FIND YOU?! FIRST TO BE CAUGHT IN BED WITH ANOTHER MAN AND ON TOP OF IT TO BE A....A....CRIMINAL AND A SLAVE. DO YOU EVEN CARE WHAT THAT WOULD HAVE DONE TO HIS REPUTATION?! TO HIS STANDING IN COURT?!”
There was a pause in the beating and both men remained still both breathing hard.
“I would say that you only think with your dick (it took Gorlyn a moment to try and translate the slang to mean penis) but since you don’t have one.....” Johar-ashe’s voice broke the silence. “I guess you were thinking with your ass. Perhaps it is your ass not your brain that needs a lesson. Reach behind you and pull your ass cheeks apart.”
Gorlyn obeyed without thinking and was so startled by the searing white hot pain, that ran straight down his crack and over his hole, that he stood up straight clenched his ass cheeks together and covered them with his hands.
The cane hit his hands and Johar-ashe’s voice snarled. “Back in position.”
He hadn’t broken form in over a year, despite Leisa’s best efforts to get him to do so. His face red with shame Gorlyn bent back over and assumed the position.
“Good now we’re getting somewhere. I think twelve more should leave a good impression.” Johar-ashe spoke anger still in his voice. “To make sure I don’t go over twelve why don’t you count each one out loud.” There was the sound of the cane being raised. “Oh and thank me for each one as well.” And then it fell.
The overwhelming pain came again. This time Gorlyn struggled but managed to hold position. His mind could barely translate. “One, thank you ashe.” into Yndsian he was so overwhelmed by the pain.
In the end he was sobbing “Tweleve, thank you ashe.” more then he was speaking it. Already shamed beyond compare he fell to the floor when he heard Johar-ashe drop into his own chair. Gorlyn was struggling for breath both from the pain and the sobbing. Johar-ashe sounded like an old man who had just climbed ten flights of stairs.
For the longest time there was silence except for panting and sniffling and wheezing. Then Johar-ashe rose and walked to the nearest corner. “Come kneel here and face the corner.”
Gorlyn, regretting each movement his body made, obeyed.
“You will stay here and think about what you have done. What you have learned and what you had better pray to all the gods you never do again.” Johar-ashe commanded. “I will go get his Lordship ready for his morning activities. Once his lordship has left for the embassy, I will return.
Then we shall see if you are going to continue in your daily stubbornness or if you will bend to the paddles.”
Gorlyn groaned despite himself. He completely forgotten the daily question about his master’s magic. Although he thought he was starting to develop a tolerance for it, he could barely make it though the paddling. How much worse would be with the welts he already had?
“Something else for you to think about.” Johar-ashe commented before he left the room.
Well you wanted time to think! Happy now? Gorlyn thought bitterly to himself.