"You're doing well for your first day. Now on your knees..."
I can tell forcing her to orgasm through pain and abuse has shaken her, but she still has a lot of fight left in her. And I wouldn't have it any other way - I tend to like a good challenge. Not moving from her spot, she glares at my evil grin and spits at me. It misses by a mile but it's all the cue I need to begin the part of the job I really enjoy.
I calmly stride over to her and she shrinks back but is unable to dodge my hands as I grab her by her hair and haul her to her feet again.
"Bastard! LET ME GO!" she screams, tears streaking her lovely face.
"Not likely. But don't worry, soon you won't WANT to leave, my little pet."
I catch her arms and twist them behind her, roughly pushing her through the hallway and down the stairs to the basement, leaving the clothing and ropes and whatnot to clean up later. I keep the basement cleaned up, unlike most houses. There's a lot of open space and it's clean and warm, unlike most older houses. I don't like to play in the cold, it takes the fun out of it for ME. We round a corner and step through a door into my real playroom and her eyes go wide with the assortment of toys and punishments I have collected there. Some, like the whips and paddles, are obvious to her, while others like the violet wand and spreader bars are strange and all the more frightening.
While she's taking this all in I quickly bring her hands over her head and slip them through the large cuffs already hanging from the ceiling. The sound of the cuffs snapping shut jars her back to reality and she suddenly starts fighting like a wildcat.
"Let me go!! Why are you doing this?" she demands, actually hanging from her cuffs as she attempts to kick me.
"I already told you, you're not going anywhere," I remark calmly again, walking slowly around behind her to make her more nervous. "You're my pet now and you must learn your place."
With that I silently select a riding crop with a large end and bring it down with a resounding *SMACK* on her shoulder. I choose her shoulder because this beating is to begin breaking her, not play with her. She lets out a startled shriek and redoubles her efforts to get out of the cuffs, but they're on tight and lined with leather to not cut and not slip.
"You will get twenty strokes. Stand up and count them or there will be more," I order sternly.
"NO!" she shrieks, twisting and turning angrily.
"You've added 5 strokes to your punishment. Let's try this again. Count."
*SMACK* The crop comes down. Nothing but angry screaming.
*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* It comes down again, this time much harder and on her side just below her armpit. She starts crying now, the tears running down her soft cheeks.
"You're up to thirty five strokes now. I can keep going all night long if that's what you want."
"...ulp..p...pleeeeease let...ulp...me...pleeeeeheeheeeeease..."
Frowning, I set the crop down and pick up a thin whip instead. The whip makes a soft whooshing sound as it circles in the air, then a leathery *snap* sound as it hits her around her waist. Pulling it away,I can already see the red mark it left on her fair skin. Her mouth opens wordlessly and before she can recover, I whip her 10 more times, lashing mercilessly on her legs and stomach as she writhes helplessly.
I pause for a moment then, letting her catch her breath. "Last chance, then I'll start actually harm you. Now count. From one." I pick up the crop again and *SMACK* it goes on her shoulder.
Her face is distorted in pain again but just as I'm about to lose patience, she manages to grit "rrrrr...one..." between her clenched teeth.
"Good. Keep counting. You still have twenty five to go. And don't argue."
*SMACK* On her lower back. "Two!"
*SMACK* On her stomach. "Owwwwwwwww three!"
*SMACK* On her thigh. "...ulp....four..."
*SMACK* On her right nipple. "YAAAHHHHHHHOOWWWWW WHAT THE FUCK!?"
I grin to myself from behind her. "You don't want to count any more? Very well, I'll go get the branding irons instead."
"NONONONO FIVE!" she yells, her face still showing her obvious pain.
"Well...that's a bit better then. Should I continue and are you going to behave, or am I wasting my time thinking you'll cooperate without extreme measures?"
"NO PLEEEEeeease I'll behave!"
"Are you sure? You seemed awfully defiant a moment ago..."
"Yes!"
"Yes what? Yes you want me to keep beating you?"
"...."
"I'm not hearing anything."
"...yes.."
"Say it. Tell me what you want."
"...yes...p...ple...ase...beat me..."
"I couldn't quite hear that. Say it louder."
"...yes please beat me."
"Louder. Ask me to do it. This is your last chance."
"YES PLEASE BEAT ME!"
"That's better. And address me as 'Sir'. Understood?"
"Yes....sir."
"Good. Now count. This is five again."
I continue cropping her, deriding and humiliating her, forcing her to say she likes it and she wants me to continue. By the time we reach thirty five, her back, thighs, arms, stomach, and breasts are all a bright, sore red. She's panting now, no longer twisting and turning to escape, just hanging from the cuffs in defeat. I leave her there, sobbing to herself, and go get myself a drink, leaving her strict instructions to not try anything. When I return a few minutes later, she's hanging there, eyes closed, chest still heaving.
I walk all the way around her, eying her exquisite body, when the cum leaking from her violated cunt catches my eye. I lean over a bit and take some on my fingers, smearing it on her lips.
"Lick it up. Now."