One More Strike
"Ahhhhhh," came Jennifer's screams through the cloth gag that filled her mouth. Richard raised the whip again, this time aiming for her right breast. Jennifer's pussy, with the landing strip that Richard loved so much, was crossed with red welts, as was her slightly plump belly. She looked up at Richard with eyes filled with a succulent mixture of pain and ecstasy. Richard was using a rather short whip, but the end still did enough damage to cause tiny trickles of blood to flow down Jennifer's torso. She tried to squirm, though the ropes that restrained her allowed little movement.
Richard gave Jennifer a smile that was almost benign, a strange contrast to the whip he held in his hand. Jennifer arched her back as much as the ropes would allow. "Oh, do you want another strike?" Richard asked, his smile still friendly. Jennifer's eyes still held that unique expression of pain and arousal as Richard raised the whip again. She screamed into her gag as the whip scored a direct hit on her clit. She squirmed and wriggled, struggling in vain against her restraints. Her eyes grew wider as Richard aimed another hit at her left breast. The whip connected with flesh, creating a snapping sound that reverberated throughout Jennifer's bedroom.
Until this point, Jennifer's legs had been lashed together, with only the slightest space between her thighs so that Richard would have good access to her pussy. He loosened her leg restraints a little, allowing Jennifer to open her legs about a foot apart. When she did, Richard noticed a growing wet spot on Jennifer's sheets. Richard reached out and caressed Jennifer's hair, his smile turning into a smirk. "Oh, I think somebody likes her punishment." He cupped her chin in his hand so that she had to look into his eyes. "I think somebody likes this," Richard said as he removed the gag, then raised his arm and brought the whip down on Jennifer's pussy. She let out a loud, long scream and wriggled desperately.
"Your punishment isn't finished yet, Jennifer. You know you still owe five strikes." Jennifer looked up at him in horror; she clearly had not been keeping a tally of the strikes she had received. This was part of a game that Richard and Jennifer played at least twice a week. Richard would "punish" Jennifer for any number of supposed offenses. Tonight, they were pretending that Richard had caught Jennifer cheating on him with Tony, his best friend. In reality, Jennifer would certainly do nothing of the sort, but they both tended to get deeply into their roles during play sessions.
"I'm sorry, sir," Jennifer panted desperately. "I promise, with every ounce of my soul, I will never let another man touch me, besides you." She looked up at Richard pleadingly, embracing her persona as an errant girlfriend. Richard smirked back at her and replied, "Oh, you poor girl, I know it won't happen again. However, this isn't about ensuring your loyalty." He lashed out and left an angry red welt just below her breasts. "This is purely, simply about punishment." He raised the whip again, this time landing a strike that partially hit her left breast.
Tears of pain ran down Jennifer's cheeks, and her breath came in sobbing gasps. "Please, sir, I've learned my lesson. It will never happen again, I swear. Please! No, Please!" she cried as Richard raised the whip above her pussy. She gave a deafening scream as the whip lashed across her pussy and thigh. Richard ran his hand down her arm soothingly. Jennifer managed to glance up at him through her tears, a look of hope in her eyes. Richard relished the pleading look Jennifer gave him, and he decided to play with her a bit.
"Perhaps you've suffered enough punishment. Do you think so, baby?"
"Oh, yes! I've learned my lesson, sir. I promise," Jennifer replied eagerly. She nodded as much as the ropes that held her head allowed. Richard smiled benevolently at her and patted her head. Though he still held the whip in his hand, he loosened his grip and let the end rest lightly on the bed next to Jennifer's right leg.
"I think you should thank me for your punishment. After all, how else am I supposed to make sure you learn to be a good girl. Don't you agree?"
Jennifer tried to nod her head more vigorously as she replied, "Yes, sir. Thank you for punishing me. I want to be a good girl for you. Please punish me whenever I've been bad."
Richard appeared to ponder something for a moment. He even brought his hand to his face and scratched his chin to enhance the effect. Jennifer looked up at him in suspense, trepidation spreading on her face as he considered his options. "Then again," he said slowly, turning to Jennifer with a sadistic smile on his face, "You still owe me two strikes." Richard tightened his grip on the whip and raised it higher than he had before.