Sasha just arrived back at Miss Black's apartment building. She was feeling sore from her surprised tryst with Rodger at the sex toy store, but otherwise relaxed and confident. She went and picked up the other items Miss Black told her to get...banana, whipped cream, yogurt, honey, some new lingerie, and the vibrator Rodger used on her. She got to the outside door, but before she could buzz Miss Black to let her in, the door buzzed open. Sasha went upstairs, and when she got to Miss Black's door, a simple note saying to "come in" was posted. She let herself in, set the items on the counter and walked into the living area.
"You're late!" There stood Miss Black. A scowl on her dark red lips. Her long black hair back in a bun, with two sticks poking out. Her white silk blouse stood in contrast to the shiny, long black leather skirt, and knee high boots with six inch stiletto. She patted in her hand a military styled crop, like a general would have tucked under her arm. Before Sasha could even let out a sorry, Miss Black interjected, "It's time we go over what I expect out of you."
"I'm sorry Miss Black. I was inexcusably detained," Sasha said meekly, her eyes looking at the ground. Her mood had completely changed.
"I didn't ask," Miss Black shot back, as she walked closer...and around Sasha. As she stopped behind Sasha, Miss Black directed, "Pull down your pants." Sasha, afraid of denying Miss Black, slowly and reluctantly unbuckled her belt, and pulled her pants down to her ankles.
"Underwear too." Sasha slowly pulled her panties down. Sasha put her thumbs in her panties and pulled them down, sticking out her butt. Before they even made it to her thighs....
WHACK!!!
The sting of the crop on her right ass-cheek shot through Sasha. Before she could even process it....
WHACK!!!!
...right on the left ass-cheek. Twice as hard as the first. Her eyes welt up in tears, like she wanted to cry, but she was afraid it would just spur Miss Black to continue. She did her best to keep it inside.
"I expect people to do exactly as they are told," Miss Black yelled. "Now take off the rest of your clothes!"
Sasha, shaking, started to take off her top and kicked off her shoes, and pulled off her panties and pants. Bending over again made her feel like Miss Black was about to get her with the crop again, but she was too busy going through the bags Sasha brought in.
"Are you kidding me?" Miss Black heckled. "A fucking nightie? I tell you to get some lingerie and you bring a fucking nightie?"
"I'm sorry Miss Black. It's what I like to wear for lingerie," Sasha quietly mumbled.
"Well, I hate to be the barer of the obvious, but you don't wear lingerie because it's comfortable. And you sure as hell don't wear it because you like to. You wear it to put dirty thoughts in the minds of others....understand?" With that, Miss Black gave another slap of her crop to Sasha's reddening ass.
"Yes, Miss Black," was all that Sasha could muster in retort.
"What you wear is an expression, what you want others to think of you.....not what you think of yourself. What you wear, you present to me like your weak....are you weak?
"No, Miss Black."
"Then why do you want others to think you're weak?" Another slap to her ass, as tears begin welling up again.
"I'm not weak."
WHACK!!!
"I'm not weak, what?"
Tears started rolling down Sasha's cheek as she hunched over from the shocking pain of the crop. "I'm not weak, Miss Black."
"Really?!? Should we test that theory?"