Free Make Me by Carolyn Faulkner

he reversed himself immediately. “Yes I can. No clothes for you. I’ll turn up the heat until I’m sweating buckets. But I want to look at as much of you as I can for as long as I can.”
    Jodi squirmed. She’d never really been comfortable naked, but she’d do her best.
    He seemed to expect another acknowledgment from her, so she said, “Okay.”
    “You’re taking this all in stride...”
    “Well, that’s probably why I’m the submissive, hm?”
    Despite his rules, and her discomfort with being nude all the time, they adjusted to the close quarters surprisingly well, especially considering that there was little to do. Communications at the cabin were kept to a bare minimum, so there was no Internet and no television. There was a radio, but it was two way and only to be used in the case of an emergency or to contact their keepers on a scheduled basis for more supplies. There was a DVD and a blue-ray player, but the choice in discs was abysmal as far as Jodi was concerned – they were all war movies, most from WWII, or westerns. Lots of John Wayne, History and Biography channel biopics of Patton, with the occasional reasonable movie thrown in, like The Sting , but stuff she could tolerate was scarce on the ground.
    He, of course, was perfectly fine with the choices, and although they found common ground in their interest in sci-fi, like the various incarnations of Star Trek, there wasn’t any of that available and she was forced to sit through all of what they had instead – usually on a very sore bottom, because they actually spent very little time watching videos.
    It hadn’t taken him long at all to find her weakest spot. With nothing else to concentrate on, he turned all of his attention to her, and the fact that she came much harder after she’d been thoroughly spanked than any other time, became readily apparent. He didn’t believe in delaying a punishment, so when she did something he didn’t like – which was getting to be quite a few things even before he’d come to that realization – she found herself as immediately as possible over either his lap, the back of a chair or the sofa, or bent over the end or side of their bed, howling promises not to do whatever it was again, like swear or stick her tongue out at him or, in one case she’d never ever repeated, throwing an apple at his head.
    It wasn’t at all unusual that he said something to her that would make her want to throw things at him, and this time, she gave in to the impulse, which probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do.
    He’d ducked, damn his quick reflexes, but she had paid and paid dearly for her crime. It was their third day together with this big twist in their relationship, and Jodi’s body was aglow with satisfaction – some parts of her glowing more and satisfied less, namely her behind. She was making him homemade applesauce, and he had said something to which she had taken umbrage. She couldn’t have remembered it even moments later. What she remembered was the way he’d looked after the apple had sailed past his head, barely to the left of it, to smash against the wall behind him.
    When he came after her, he looked like a bull that had seen red, and she did what any red-blooded woman would do – she ran for her life!
    He was further away from the relative safety of the bedroom, which she had noted some time ago had a lockable door, but he was much taller and could run faster than she could. She’d made it by the skin of her teeth, throwing the bolt with a satisfied thunk .
    She hadn’t expected him to kick down the door, but after his first attempt – during which the door nearly came off its hinges, she backed away from it and, with his next kick, it broke wide open. There was nowhere for her to go, unfortunately, although she was smart enough not to go anywhere near the bed.
    He trapped her in a corner of the room in a matter of seconds, putting a hand on either wall by her head, giving her nowhere to go but