mumbled into the wood
planks.
He struck me with something I couldn’t see.
“ Ouch!” I screamed.
“ Not another word, young lady, or I’m adding
more to your punishment. So let’s start, shall we?”
I shook my head frantically no as best I could from
my position. He ignored me. I didn’t know what he had chosen to use
but now knew the whip to be an unfriendly sort. I tried to look
over my shoulder to see it, but that proved impossible.
“ You want to see it, do you?” he
asked.
Call me a slow learner, but I said, “Yes.”
“ Ohhhhhh!” I screamed as he wacked me much
harder. I wanted to yell “motherfucker” but thought it best to shut
up.
He leaned close to the side of my face and whispered
through his hot breath, “You sure must like this, Jane, because you
keep adding on, and we haven’t even begun. Here is your new
friend,” he said as he put an odd-looking whip in front of my face.
It had a long wooden handle. My new friend, a paddle, not a whip,
scared me. It reminded me of a very large paint stirrer—a foot and
a half long and stained dark brown. The hole in the bottom of the
handle I assumed made for easy hanging.
My body, my new enemy of betrayal, responded. I could
feel moisture collecting and falling on the wooden base below me. I
felt so exposed, so stretched, so embarrassed by my arousal.
“ Okay, Jane, we’re starting now. No talking,
but feel free to scream to your heart’s content.”
That scared me. Really scared me. “Wait, wait,” I
said. “I don’t think I can stand twenty-two more hits from
that.”
“ Twenty-four and you have two choices,” he
said. He roughly grabbed my hair in his fist, jerked my head back
and talked right into my face. “Say the words and get the fuck out
of my life or shut the fuck up. Which is it going to
be?”
Frightened beyond belief, but also crazy in love, I
knew I didn’t want it to be over.
“ I choose to shut the fuck up,” I said, tears
streaming from my eyes.
“ Good,” Luke said.
The discipline turned into a beating. Luke slowed
down his approach, making me lose all sense of time. I learned a
valuable lesson that night. Do not piss off the one giving the
punishment just before he starts. His hits on my thighs hurt far
worse than on my buttocks. Certainty stole over me that it would
take days before I would be able to sit down again. It was a relief
to realize I wouldn’t have to call in sick again, given that
tomorrow was Saturday. I knew I couldn’t come up with a good enough
story to explain having to stand the entire day.
Before half the punishment was complete, I wailed
like a new-born baby. But by the time there were only five strikes
left, a calmness overtook me. The pain subsided and a raw, burning
desire to be fucked hard took its place. I alternated between
breathing out and holding my breath in anticipation of the next
strokes. The pain reached a plateau and I could feel the rush of
endorphins anesthetizing my entire body. It felt exhilarating. I
wanted to yell out, “Oh god, Oh my god, Oh god,” but instead what
came out sounded like ugh, oopf, ahhhh, ugh.
“ Now that wasn’t so bad,” he said. He breathed
heavily as he leaned his body against mine.
“ Owww,” I said.
He moved his body over to the side and I thought he
would lower me from the X position that held me. Instead he did
something no man had ever done. He began spreading my ass checks
with one hand and moving his finger tauntingly around my asshole.
He teased it gently and I was shocked to find that his slow
circling of my bud became more and more enjoyable. He wet another
finger with my juices that now coated my inner thighs, brought it
back to my anus, and worked it in and around my hole.
“ Oh … yes oh … yes oh … my god,” I kept
groaning.
“ Yes, babe…the things I plan to do with you, to
you. This is only the beginning,” he said as he deftly took command
of my body. “You will find you want more and more, and I
planks.
He struck me with something I couldn’t see.
“ Ouch!” I screamed.
“ Not another word, young lady, or I’m adding
more to your punishment. So let’s start, shall we?”
I shook my head frantically no as best I could from
my position. He ignored me. I didn’t know what he had chosen to use
but now knew the whip to be an unfriendly sort. I tried to look
over my shoulder to see it, but that proved impossible.
“ You want to see it, do you?” he
asked.
Call me a slow learner, but I said, “Yes.”
“ Ohhhhhh!” I screamed as he wacked me much
harder. I wanted to yell “motherfucker” but thought it best to shut
up.
He leaned close to the side of my face and whispered
through his hot breath, “You sure must like this, Jane, because you
keep adding on, and we haven’t even begun. Here is your new
friend,” he said as he put an odd-looking whip in front of my face.
It had a long wooden handle. My new friend, a paddle, not a whip,
scared me. It reminded me of a very large paint stirrer—a foot and
a half long and stained dark brown. The hole in the bottom of the
handle I assumed made for easy hanging.
My body, my new enemy of betrayal, responded. I could
feel moisture collecting and falling on the wooden base below me. I
felt so exposed, so stretched, so embarrassed by my arousal.
“ Okay, Jane, we’re starting now. No talking,
but feel free to scream to your heart’s content.”
That scared me. Really scared me. “Wait, wait,” I
said. “I don’t think I can stand twenty-two more hits from
that.”
“ Twenty-four and you have two choices,” he
said. He roughly grabbed my hair in his fist, jerked my head back
and talked right into my face. “Say the words and get the fuck out
of my life or shut the fuck up. Which is it going to
be?”
Frightened beyond belief, but also crazy in love, I
knew I didn’t want it to be over.
“ I choose to shut the fuck up,” I said, tears
streaming from my eyes.
“ Good,” Luke said.
The discipline turned into a beating. Luke slowed
down his approach, making me lose all sense of time. I learned a
valuable lesson that night. Do not piss off the one giving the
punishment just before he starts. His hits on my thighs hurt far
worse than on my buttocks. Certainty stole over me that it would
take days before I would be able to sit down again. It was a relief
to realize I wouldn’t have to call in sick again, given that
tomorrow was Saturday. I knew I couldn’t come up with a good enough
story to explain having to stand the entire day.
Before half the punishment was complete, I wailed
like a new-born baby. But by the time there were only five strikes
left, a calmness overtook me. The pain subsided and a raw, burning
desire to be fucked hard took its place. I alternated between
breathing out and holding my breath in anticipation of the next
strokes. The pain reached a plateau and I could feel the rush of
endorphins anesthetizing my entire body. It felt exhilarating. I
wanted to yell out, “Oh god, Oh my god, Oh god,” but instead what
came out sounded like ugh, oopf, ahhhh, ugh.
“ Now that wasn’t so bad,” he said. He breathed
heavily as he leaned his body against mine.
“ Owww,” I said.
He moved his body over to the side and I thought he
would lower me from the X position that held me. Instead he did
something no man had ever done. He began spreading my ass checks
with one hand and moving his finger tauntingly around my asshole.
He teased it gently and I was shocked to find that his slow
circling of my bud became more and more enjoyable. He wet another
finger with my juices that now coated my inner thighs, brought it
back to my anus, and worked it in and around my hole.
“ Oh … yes oh … yes oh … my god,” I kept
groaning.
“ Yes, babe…the things I plan to do with you, to
you. This is only the beginning,” he said as he deftly took command
of my body. “You will find you want more and more, and I
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