"Oh, God, Master. Thank you."
"How many times have you been caned in one session?" Master questioned.
"Seventy-five, Master. Fifty of those were silent, Master. The last twenty-five I was made to count." Wishful answered.
"Then we will go to eighty."
"Thank you, Master."
Master rained blows down on his slave, covering as much of her body with bright red welts. He could see the female was getting more and more aroused, her breath quick, but silent.
CRACK CRACK CRACK
The next three were on Wishful's front, her stomach, cunt and legs. Wishful was shaking, containing herself as Master reached her old limit number. He grabbed her breast, squeezing her nipple between two fingers. Wishful moaned, unable to contain herself.
"How many is that Wishful?"
"Seventy-five, Master." she panted as she submitted to his roughness. He pushed on her back, showing her arms painfully behind her, her ass more toward him.
"If you move, we will go ninety."
"Yes, Master." she nodded as Master dropped his pants and thrust into her ass without warning. She threw her head back and moaned, trying to fuck him back. His thrusts were not gentle. He was trying everything he could to make her shift, move or otherwise displease him, but she held firm.
Ten minutes of ravaging her ass had him unload into her, accented with a hard slap to her ass. Wishful couldn't get her breath steady, as aroused as she was.
Master delivered four more strikes to her breasts, seeing Wishful struggle to maintain control, to please her Master.
CRACK
The eightieth strike was directly over her nipples. Wishful whimpered in lust, not pain. She wanted to beg her Master.
"Please, Master. May I have my word?" she implored.
CRACK
"Red." Master told her and he saw her let loose, gushing juices onto her leg as she let the pain of the strikes push her higher and higher. He unhooked her arms and saw her fall forward onto her hands and knees as she panted, riding out the last of her climax.
"I am marginally pleased, Wishful. You reacted the best I could hope for a first beating. You did wait for your word, but were noisy. Next time we will work on that. Your collar is now back on. I expect silence."
Wishful nodded her understanding as Master released her legs and allowed her to fall into a kneel. Master left the room without leashing his slave, so she remained. He returned minutes later with a pair of clover nipple clamps. A slap on each breast got her nipples hard and clamped when they did.
"Remove them and be punished. This is now mandatory for you. As essential as your collar." Chase commanded, seeing Wishful nod in return. Snapping the leash on his slave saw her immediately on her feet.
He led her back to her cell, unhooking her lead and turning from the cell. She fell to her knees and reached for his shoes, showering them with kisses until he moved. Master watched her go to her mat, lay down and run her hands over her welts.
