The slave was in his own little world...

The eyeless hood over his face, and the blindfold underneath it for good measure, kept him in totally darkness. Two neat rows of air holes from nostrils to chin let him breathe past the massive ballgag in his mouth.

He was bound tightly to the stool, wrists and knees tied to one leg each. He shivered and shook within the leather that encased almost his entire body. He felt snug, secure. A pair of earplugs limited his ability to hear anything, and he loved every second of it. His entire world barely extended past his body.

How had he ever fought against this? Madame was right. She had always been right. This was where he belonged. He imagined her stern expression staring down at him and smiled behind his hood and his gag.

That was when the first spank hit his unprotected bottom, the only uncovered part of his body. The slave grunted in pain and delight an instant before another hard spank struck.

Now he moaned. He had no idea how many times Madame would spank him, but his bottom would soon be very, very red.