The room was sparsely decorated. In each corner a single candle flickered atop an iron stand. A large black cast iron bed adorned the centre, a set of shackles hanging from each post. As usual he had been ordered to stand still and wait. He was naked and his feet were freezing on the floorboards.
He had been waiting far longer than usual and his anxiety was increasing. He knew he had to be punished but this time she must really want to beat him severely. He was very hard, painfully hard, but dared not touch himself for risk of being caught.
His attention turned to the bed. It would be warm but he knew that if he was found even sitting on it he would receive an extra lashing. His legs were numb and he knew he could not stand up very much longer.
At last the heavy wooden door swung open and she entered the room. He saw the loathing on her face and he turned away from her gaze. He heard a sharp crack of leather on leather and flinched. He knew he must now prepare himself for the bitter-sweet agony that was to follow.
She was so beautiful and his heart was racing. She was topless and her tall slender body was adorned with a skimpy black leather mini-skirt and her high black boots. Her long brown hair was wild about her face. In one hand she held her familiar riding crop but in the other was something new. It had a long ribbed handle and from it dangled several knotted leather strands.
He went over to the bed-head and placed his left hand in the shackle that hung from the right-side post. She came over and made sure his wrist was secured. She told him to spread his legs and to bend over. She swung the riding crop through the air. The sound sent panic through his body and made his cock throb. He grasped himself and started to stroke slowly.
She ran the crop over his butt gently. He braced himself and began to pump a little harder. She began to smack him gently. The motion become harder and faster, and when his skin was red all over she began to whip him full force and his body tensed. Each stroke was agony but he watched the action of her arm and admired the beautiful hand that firmly gripped the handle. He pumped himself harder to relieve the pain, careful however not to make himself cum. She saw him watching and aimed some stinging blows at the back of his legs, causing him to crumple to his knees. She kept beating him and told him to stand up again. She changed weapons.