Zoey knelt beside her Master, looking up at him as he seemed to ponder her answer. Her heart pounded in her chest and she felt a growing fear that she would be punished for her actions. She had not meant to deceive him but she had given into her fear. She felt certain that he would make a point of instilling a greater fear of him into his slave. When his eyes fell on her again, she cringed. She did immediately recognize the look in his eye and her heart sank.<br/><br/>Soft sounds of her frantic breathing accompanied him gently pushing the tray away to give him room. She felt terrified of what would happen because she knew with absolute certainty that it would be painful, degrading or both. She had been doing so well at behaving and avoiding punishment that it caught her somewhat unprepared that she was to be disciplined. His words made her cower and somehow the soft, level tone of his words only scared her more. The one word that he raised his voice for made the girl slip, sniffling as a few hot tears slid down her cheeks. It was odd for her to realize that those tears were shed as much for the feeling of disappointing her Master as they were for her impending suffering.<br/><br/>When her punishment was named, she sobbed openly. Her backside was still black and blue from his earlier efforts and she desperately wanted to avoid any further abuse.<span style="color: indigo"> "Please Master, not my backside again. Please anything but that. It still hurts so much. I-I..."</span>She managed to stop herself pleading any further. The look in his eyes said that she was not going to sway his decision and with a meek little whimper she crawled over his lap. Her body was still bare and lightly oiled from the massage and he could feel her uncontrollable trembling against his lap.<span style="color: indigo"> "T-ten, Master?"</span>She said in a questioning tone, hoping that he would be merciful and tell her that was enough.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>