hurry up now

She felt his paw under her chin as he contemplated what he wanted. It was in that particular moment she knew there was no hope. As he brushed her lips with his pad, she decided to live this out. Do what she could here, do what she must to please him. Chisel whatever his requests would be on the stone plaque of her mind as laws. Flare's laws overall.

She let him pull her to him, a motion she would recognize as him putting her shoulder back into place again. Causing her to tremble into him again. Her body was so tired of trembling, that it ached. He put her back down gently and her eyes watched his paws for his next move, whatever request he made. She glanced at the bed as she noticed the slight change in his scent. She was almost ready to bound in there for him gratefully but he grabbed the paste instead.

He asked if the paste was for the cuts, to which she nodded her head, "Yes, Master." She replied clearly. He applied the paste to each cut and bruise. Each one he had inflicted upon her. It was nearly ritualistic. She was putty in his paws.

He did the last and swiped his paw into the paste again. Waving it up in the air and asked if her region pained her.

"Thank you, Master. If it pleases you, my lord, it does." She replied demurely and quickly went to the bed and lay on her back. It was still well before noon.