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“But I’m all gross still, Sir.” Fey protested slightly.

“I don’t care about that.  I’ll be there in a few minutes.” Master Grey told her.

“Yes, Sir.  Thank you, Sir.” Fey answered like a good girl and hung up.

He smiled.

Tomorrow, he had a nice afternoon/evening date with Rei, but Fey had just been telling him how stressful work had been that day.  He’d seen her mention it in the Harem text group with Rei.  Rei had offered to do whatever she could to help.  He loved how they took care of each other like sisters.

Grey had just come from a movie and read through the texts while he’d been indisposed.  He’d called Fey and let her start to vent a little, but knew he was right.  She needed him to go over there.  They needed some time together.

Sprawled on her couch, Master Grey held his precious Fey as she leaned backwards against his chest.  His left hand reached over her shoulder to play with her nipples.  He was careful not to pinch too hard or she’d lose the ability to speak.  She needed to talk it all out.

She had, of course, stripped and worn her collar.  Fey was always sad that she couldn’t wear a 24/7 collar because of her corporate job.  She was a woman in charge of several different groups and an Alpha Submissive.  Rei was the same.  Grey preferred them because their submission and obedience were so much deeper and stronger.  These women were very choosy about who they knelt before and took their collar.

He’d already eaten, so she ate her dinner while they watched a favorite comedy they were working through.  It was funny, it was nerdy, and Grey didn’t mind that it had two very hot actresses in it, too.  Everyone was happy.

Fey needed to get to sleep early because she, too, had a busy day tomorrow with a date of her own.  Grey liked him, and he was suitable for Fey.  

As she began to shift to get up, Grey leaned over.  “Would you like a bedtime paddling?” He murmured.

Fey made a soft sigh and purred.  “Yes, please, Sir.”

“Go fetch it then.” He commanded.

As always, he enjoyed watching her walk off with no hint of modesty at her nakedness.  It might be surprising to some Doms out there just how many submissives loved walking around their apartments or homes sans clothing.  It was an interesting pattern he’d noticed as he got to know a few.

She brought back the nice, thick wooden one with cut-out shapes of stars and crescent moons.  Fey was challenging to mark, so they hadn’t managed yet to get one of the cut-outs to welt for her.

She handed it to him, then settled over his lap.  Grey loved the soft sigh both women gave when relaxing into position to get their asses beat.  He didn’t warm her up at all because he had a plan.

“Oh!  Oh!  OH!” Fey began to squeak with each swat.  “OW…ow!” She swore.  She was allowed to swear, as was Rei.  Grey liked hearing it because it was a good indicator of how well he was doing or not.

Her soft voice began to crackle as tears threatened to fall soon.

Master Grey had known before he got off the phone earlier that his girl needed a good paddling to tears tonight.  Fey hated to cry, but she so desperately needed the catharsis.  

He’d spanked and paddled her enough to know when she was almost there.  

Pausing the paddle, he asked, “Color?” 

“Y-y-yelllooow.” She whimpered.  “Almost…Red, Sir.”

Fey was his slave, and asking about color was just a nicety between them now.  He had full permission to go as far as he wished.  She trusted him never to go too far, honestly. 

This is why he asked, “Should I stop now?”

Her answer was quick and quivered on the edge of a sob.  “No, please, Sir.  Don’t stop.”

“Okay.” He replied to show they both now knew where this was headed.

It was time to get their quicker rather than slower, so he really paddled her bottom on each side until the tears began to run and her sobs got harder.  

“Stop?  Please?  Please? Stop?” She was allowed to beg for a stop.  He just didn’t have to obey.  Sometimes, he didn’t, but tonight he stopped.

“Come here.” He told her.

She sat up enough to turn and melt into his arms.  Her head went to just below his neck and next to his shoulder.  Tears were quiet ones, but the dam needed to break.

“Go on…let it out.  Right now.” He gently scolded her.

The sobs broke free, and her body shook with it for several minutes.  He held her tight, rubbed her back, stroked her hair, and let her cry.  The silly girl was trying to stop herself now.

“Stop that…don’t let up.  Give it all to me.” He commanded.

“Yes, Sir.” She warbled and launched into a deeper round of sobs now.  

After several minutes, she began to calm a little. Her body was spent as it draped over his.  Her soft lips came up to his right earlobe and began to nibble, suck, and kiss.

“Thank you, Master.” She whispered.  “I needed that.”

“I know.” He didn’t hide the sound of smugness in his voice.

Fey sighed. “I know you did.  I think half of my brain has leaked out onto your shirt through my nose.”

“Like I care.” He laughed.

She giggled.  Her laugh made her sound too young for him to have done things to her.  He liked that part.

“You will beg me for a paddling to tears next time, won’t you?” He asked.

She nodded.  “I will.  I promise, Sir.”

He knew she would keep her promise.  There would be a lot more stress paddlings in her future, and they both knew it.  It was a beautiful thing she trusted him to break her like that into little, sobbing pieces because she knew he’d hold her until they mended back up.

She walked him out to his car.  A quick, short nightdress to cover her bare body for the sake of the neighbors who had kids.  Her kiss was deep and heartfelt.  “I love you, Master.” She murmured into his ear.  “So very much.”

“I love you, too, little Fey.” He kissed her properly now, which meant deeply and claimed her mouth.  She moaned and rubbed against him.  

Fey had already serviced him earlier during her dinner when she’d forgotten a condiment and begged permission to get it.  Master Grey had made her earn it.  Oh, she’d earned it and more so.  It’s so much fun to play with his Toys.