"Oh! Three. Another please Sir." Her voice was shaky, her body already asking why she had agreed to this ordeal. The whip came lashing across her back once more, the leather tendrils wrapping around her body to lick at the soft skin of her belly. "Four. Another. Please. Sir." The words were wrung out of her, each one more troublesome than the last.
Paige Argennais was now the property of another. She had agreed to give herself fully to Mr Harry Geldman and he was her Master. The arrangement was new, Paige had only been in service to Mr Geldman for a week. She had grown bored with her life as an unfulfilled trophy wife for one of the most successful investment bankers in Northwest America. She'd been turned on to an erotic story website by her over-sexed sister, and one thing had led to another. If Carmen could see her older sister now, naked and suspended from the ceiling of this grimy basement by chains that shackled her delicate wrists... needless to say even the more adventurous Argennais sister would be shocked.
"Do you think four lashes of my whip is enough to atone for your sin you dirty whore?" Asked Harry, letting the leather run through his fingers absentmindedly.
"Nnn— No?" She had no idea what was appropriate. What punishment was normally doled out for entering the Master's study unbidden? Still, his tone and the way he had acted over the last week certainly suggested that she could consider herself very fortunate if her punishment was at an end.
"Good. You are learning. I shall halve your punishment and only deliver ten blows with the whip this night." He spoke in that same slightly stilted manner, as if he had learned that English was made up of a strict set of rules and regulations rather than a fluid, evolving and richly diverse language. She loved to read, and it was her passion for books that had led her wandering feet to his study in the first place. She'd been in awe of the rows of bookshelves, with such tantalising titles as Elementary Bondage and Sadism as Art. It was clear that her new Master was both a well educated man and took his calling as a 'top' very seriously.
She writhed but tried to hold back the tears as the remaining six blows lashed against her body, raising welts but not breaking the skin. He had yet to make her bleed and she was thankful for that... at least she thought she was. When he had finished she was left to sway and pant, recovering, for nearly half an hour while he retreated upstairs. She was just beginning to wonder if he was going to have her hang there for the rest of the evening when he returned. He was carrying several items but held them from her view.
"Now that the punishment is finished with, perhaps it is time for some more education?" His words brought a shiver to her body, his idea of 'education' generally involved pushing her body to limits she didn't previously know she had. She was learning about new things alright, though she doubted any of her former teachers would consider this a continuation of their work. That thought tickled her and she struggled to contain a laugh. Fortunately it didn't seem that Harry had noticed the small shake of her lips and she breathed a sigh of relief before remembering that she hadn't answered him. He tended not to like that.
"Yes Sir, I would very much like to continue my education. Thank you Sir." It was amazing how quickly and easily her speech had become peppered with that word: 'Sir.' Paige had used it so rarely since her days at boarding school, and now she was once again using it on a daily basis. It was somehow comforting to have that authority back in her life and she was truly glad of her decision to enter his service.
He nodded his head and gave a small private smile as she agreed to the continuation of her 'studies.' She was turning out to be a most capable student and he did so enjoy their lesson time. Taking the small nipple clamps in hand first he held them to her eyes.
