Wifely Training began with Bella strapped down to her personal bench.
"Count."
"To what?"
Whack! The Professor's hand came down hard on her ass.
"I didn't ask a question. Count until I stop."
The soft suede of the flogger brushed her raised bottom and she began to count. "This won't be so bad," she thought, but by the count of 20, she had changed her mind. With each stroke, the intensity had increased. Now, at 30, her face was as wet as her pussy. She blushed, realizing just how wet she had become.
The flogger reached deep, flicking against her swollen labia. She screamed, forgetting the count, and, to her humiliation, she came.
Sobbing, she let the last string of resistance snap away.
"Good. That was very good, Miss Bella. Do you understand now what will end your twice daily floggings?"
Bella thought, sniffed, then answered: When I come.
"Yes. You must learn to find pleasure even in pain. Now, it's time to start prepping your bottom."
Before Bella could say a word, cold, slick lube was pressed against her anus. Thick fingers worked it inside of her. She squirmed, but the tight straps kept her from moving much. She cried out, begging for it to stop, but did not use her safeword.
Of course, nothing stopped. She'd given consent to everything when she'd signed the registration papers. The only thing that could cause a training session to end was her safeword. Her Professor ignored her begging and slowly pressed in a cold, metal plug. Silently, she thanked her lucky stars that he'd added a ton of lube and was going slowly enough four her body to adjust.
