She hears his footsteps in the room and gasps. He walks sternly towards her and chuckles.
“What is it today, tough guy?”
“I think it’s time for you to feel some real discipline, you’re still mouthing off a bit too much.”
“Real discipline, huh, well I did nothing wrong!”
“It’s not about right and wrong, you’re my property now and you need to learn to shut it and obey your master.”
She’s silent, knowing that indeed she cannot do anything about the situation.
He unlocks her and leads her to a cross, then attaches her wrists, torso and legs firmly. Completely immobilized, she feels exposed and vulnerable, and feels a bewildering exhilerating cocktail of fear, anticipation, curiosity, and arousal. Suddenly she feels his finger gently caress up her thigh, slide up her ass cheek and gradually glide up her back. She starts to breathe heavily in enjoyment and anticipation of more pleasureable sensations. He then grabs and pulls back her hair and whispers “you will feel a great dose of pain very soon, and while it is my duty, I know I’ll take great pleasure and joy in degrading this sexy luscious voluptuous gorgeous ladyflesh you have” and he walks back. She slowly relaxes back up her head and gulps in her cocktail one more time.
She hears leather slide across his fingers behind her, a step, and hears just the beginning of a “whoosh” before a sting simultaneously explodes in great pain on her back and the violent crack of sound through the air. The pain is cutting, sharp, and stinging and she cries out on impact from the suffering..
Another lash striking agony-pepper hot on the muscle on her upper back flings her breath leaping out with an exasperated tortured surrender. The sting is hot, her heart has quickened its pace, she begins to sweat. Slash! and another biting demon of pain delivered by the harsh knotted leathered claw. It hurts, but she can bear it. She feels a sense of pride in being able to take it now, and withstand whatever this man has designed for her. After all, she can do nothing else.
He steps forward and shoves her inner thigh to be exposed and harshly bites it, digging in deep in the fleshy leg. He bites the other one. He continues, while she writhes in anticipation as his bites, however painful, edge mercilessly towards her soaked pussy. He feverishly bites at just the outside of the outer lips of her pussy and suddenly stands back up, walks back and immediately turns around swinging his whip soundly at her back once more and she cries out loudly in melodies of urgency, panic, play and hurt. He continues playing his instrument with his sadistic hands, striking her many times hard across her upper back as well as her ass cheeks, leaving them bruised and scarred.
Periodically he’d sigh in joyful delight and tease her pussy with aggressive affection everywhere around but not on her pussy, standing behind her and playing with her with his mouth. He’d breathe in its odors and sigh in satisfaction and a deep hum of desire. He’d never touch the pussy, however, and return to whipping her after teasing her each time.
Exhausted, sweating, shaking, in tears but horrendously erotically charged, she withstood the beating to both her satisfaction, she took pride in keeping relative composure, and his satisfaction, at being able to unleash his pungent penchant for punishment at this body that his dark lust makes him crave to degrade.
He unties and releases her and brings her back to the bed, and cuffed to her original position. Her eyes are closed and a sole tear trickles out the side of her right eye. She is surprised to feel, gently now, his finger glide down the path of the tear, then back up in a soft caress with the top of two of his fingers. Then he softly rests his palm across her cheek for a moment, she feels his warmth, it’s profoundly soothing. The moment is short before he lifts his hand away, turns around and leaves without saying a word.