Prior to our first week of law school the school put on several cocktail mixers. At one of them I met one of my classmates at the bar, I introduced myself and she told me she was Katelyn. We got to talking about our hometowns, and she told me she was from Rapid City South Dakota, and had done undergrad at University of South Dakota. When we got on the subject of why she was now in Kansas City for law school she told me it was because her boyfriend, Brandon, had lined up post-graduate work here and she wanted to be with him. We chatted for another half hour or so, and at the end of the night said our goodbyes.
I went home and imagined her body, she was five foot four inches, and gorgeous. Perfectly tanned skin, dirty blonde hair, a nice perky pair of C cup breasts, and the sweetest angelic smile ever. I couldn't help but wonder how dark she could get behind that angelic face, and the little farm girl charm.
After two weeks of school Katelyn missed a day, and needed notes. She asked me if she could get my number to set up a time to swap notes, and maybe have me run over the lesson with her. I was more than happy to do so, and so we swapped numbers and ended up meeting the following Saturday to study together.
After our study session Katelyn went home to hang out with her boyfriend, and I went to meet another couple of classmates at the bar. Around 1:15am I got a text message from Katelyn asking me to call her. I paid up my tab, and told the guys I would see them on Monday. I called Katelyn after leaving and she told me that Brandon had kicked her out of the apartment, and wouldn't let her in to get her stuff, including her car keys, until tomorrow morning. She asked if she could stay with me, and that she hated to impose, but I was the only other law student who's number she had, and was in fact the only one in town who's number she had.
So I drove over to her place, and picked her up. She was bawling by the time I reached her and I took her to my place, and told her she could crash in my room, and I would sleep on the couch. She asked if I had anything she could wear to bed, and I gave her a pair of oversized gym shorts, and one of my old t-shirts.
The next morning I awoke to a crash coming from my bedroom, and halfway forgetting that Katelyn was in there I ran in to see what the hell had happened. When I got in I saw Katelyn, in front of my open closet door, with a ball gag in one hand and a cat o'nine tails flogger in the other. On the floor in front of her was the small box of bondage and sex toys I kept in my closet, for a handful of play sessions.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I yelled, both in embarrassment, and anger.
"I'm sorry, I just, well, honestly, I just snoop sometimes. I like to know what makes people tick, and what dirty little secrets they hide in their closets." She said sheepishly. "And your dirty little secrets are fun looking." She said as she playfully swatted at me with the flogger.
I grabbed her wrist and tore the flogger from it. "You had on right to be in there." I growled at her.
"I know, I'm sorry, I just can't help myself..." she cut herself off clearly seeing in my eyes that I didn't care what she had to say and that I was losing my temper.
"Look" she started again "you're really my only friend in Kansas City. I am sorry, and I want to make it up to you. Do you want to punish me, and teach me a lesson for being so naughty?" She said in a pouty little voice that only someone who looked like her could pull off.
She put the ball gag in her mouth and reached behind her head trying to secure it. As she stumbled with it I spun her around and did it for her.
"Just so we are clear, if you really want to be punished by me I'm not going to pull any punches. If it gets to be too much you say 'lucky' or start tapping me or the floor or the wall repeatedly and I'll stop. But if you don't give me a safe word, or gesture, I'll keep going." I told her.
She nodded, and I could see in her eyes that she was a little bit scared.
The first thing I did was strip her down to nothing. She shivered in my cold apartment, and I could see that she was already uncomfortable. But she wanted to be punished, and I was going to give her that.
"You're cold huh?" I asked. Katelyn nodded in reply. "You want something to cover you up a little bit?" I asked. This time Katelyn paused before any response and in return I picked up the flogger and hit her across the stomach. She doubled over slightly and nodded.
I picked up two pieces of rope off of the floor. I tied one piece of rope around each of her breasts until they were swollen and turning purple.
"Is that warmer?" I asked her as I finished.
"No." Katelyn whispered around the ball gag.
"Oh, well maybe we should cover them a little more then." I said as I picked nipple clamps up off of the floor and attached one to each of Katelyn's nipples.
"Ow fuck." She shouted around the gag in her mouth.
I grabbed both of her wrists and tied them together and attached that robe to a hook in the ceiling. With her legs stretched over her head, a ball gag in her mouth, and her tits fully bound Katelyn looked at me with eyes that begged for mercy.
As she stood there I again picked up the flogger. I gently let it lash against her legs, and then slightly less gently across her cunt, and again less gently across her stomach, and then fairly aggressively against her tits. When the flogger crashed across her tits Katelyn screamed. I then did the same in reverse order, gentle across the breasts less so across the stomach, less so against the cunt, and brutally hard across her legs. When the flogger hit her legs Katelyn cried out and tried to lie down, but was unable to because of the ropes connecting her to the celling.
Katelyn's ball gag was coated in saliva at this point from her crying out, and I went over to her and asked her if she wanted it removed. When she nodded yes I took the ball gag out of her mouth, and told her that I was only just beginning. She opened her mouth as if to object, and I in turn slapped her hard across the face.
I walked around behind her and as she tried to turn to see me I brought the flogger down hard across her back and told her to hold still. I counted out sixty blows across Katelyn's back with the flogger alternating fairly evenly between her back, her ass, and her legs. When I reached sixty she was noticeably trembling, and I untied her arms from the celling and let her lay on the floor. While she was on the floor I took off my clothes and half sat on her chest. While on her chest I grabbed the back of her head and forced her onto my cock.