chapter three / the punishment
Laura was feeling aches below her knees; she was standing this way for
sometimes and would be gratefull to be relieve from this uncomfortable
position. Her master didn't seem to be bother by that as he walked around
her, waiting for the appropriate moment to begin the punishment. He found
great pleasure to be looking at such a nice girl with straight brown hair,
blindfolded, naked and at his mercy. Her breasts were not really big enough
for his taste, but he had seen them many times on pictures that she had
sent him by E-mail, so he knew what he was gambling for.
Judging that she had had more time than she need to ruminate, he stood in
front of her to declare the sentence to punish her improper behavior:
- Laura, you will be struck 50 times... with a leather belt, yes, Laura,
50 times! Ten on your back, ten on your buttocks, ten on the inner part of
your thighs, ten on your breast and finally... ten on your juicy pussy!
At this enumeration, Laura almost collapsed, but she managed to limit her
panic to more trembling. Fifty strokes for what she had done; what would it
be if she had done a real big mistake? She thought that it would probably
result in being torture to death. After all, maybe that's what was in store
for her anyway...
The punishment began. The first strike caught her off balance. The belt
hitted her accross the back diagonally, not very hard. But one stroke after
the other, the pain radiated in all her back, making her achy knees a lot
less important. The master counted the strikes at loud voice:
- One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six... Seven... Eight... Nine...
Ten!
The four last lashes were given with more strength, reverberating inside
her body. Forty more to go...
Now, the master moved down to her buttocks. Each cheek were hit
alternately, making them shaking.
- One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six... Seven... Eight... Nine...
Ten!
Again the four last strokes were a lot more painfull and the master could
see large red marks on each globe of flesch, over the entire pink buttom.
He poursued his task, getting in front of his female slave. The ankles
crossed and tightly tied pushed forepart the inner part of her thighs, the
most sensible. The belt cut the air.
- One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six... Seven... Eight... Nine...
Ten!
Laura almost collapsed under the beating. Alternately struck, her thighs
were all red and she believed that she would keep some markings for at
least a week afterward. The young girl thought that it was more than she
was able to support, so she tried to beg for mercy:
- Please... Oh! please, Master. No more strike, I can't take anymore...
It hurts so much! Please... please, Master, forgive me and don't hit my
breast and pussy...
During her training by E-mail, she had been asked to auto-discciplined
her, but she never used so much strength and she was never asked to hit her
sex. No response came yet from the man and Laura exploded in tears which
lead to a gentle caress on her cheek.
- Oh! Laura, began her master. I wish I could spare you, you're so pretty
and it breaks my heart to risk damaging such lovely parts of your body, but
you heard the sentence. What would you think of me if I'm not able to carry
on to the end?
- Please, Master, please, asked again the youg woman still in tears. I'm
in real pain!
- Lissen to me, Laura, did he tell her without any malice, you must
understand that pleading for mercy could result in a more severe
correction, like... let's say, doubbling the remaining strikes.
The sobbing stopped instantly. The young teacher realised that there
could be twenty more strikes applied over her lovely naked body.
- For this occasion, I will forgive your attitude, but we must proceed,
did he conclude before reaching back his position.
Laura snuffled and retook a more submissive posture, exposing her breast
for the next part of the punishment. The man didn't double the number of
strikes, but he applied all lashes full strenght everytime. The leather
belt slashed her breasts sometimes alternately, othertime both together,
leaving red lines on the white flesh as a reminder for the future.
- One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six... Seven... Eight... Nine...
Ten!
Laura's breasts felt terrible. They inflated upon the beating and the
nipples pointed straight forward. She believed that she was going to faint,
but her master let her take a few moments before administering the last
part of the penalty. This time, the man had no intention to strike rapidly;
he wanted to enjoy every one of the whiplash given by the belt.
Laura was shaking more than ever as she received the first shot. She felt
it like a mild spanking, not providing very much pain. She hoped that it
would continue like that, but she knew too well what was in store for her.
The second strike on her pussy was a lot more intense, causing her to
jump back. She struggled not to scream.
Another lash slapped her. Her pussy started to open like if it was going
to help her absorb the shock with the leather belt.
The fourth one looked very much like the third and she responded the same
way. Laura hoped that her behavior would please her master and reduced the
strenght that he would use later on.
The fifth strike was hard and the young girl jumped back once more like
after the second shot. No, the master didn't seem to be willing to spare
her. He paused for awhile, wanting her to regain control of herself. They
were halfway in the last stretch and he intended to conduct the game at his
own advantage.
For the sixth strike, the man took a good spring and he hit her upward,
covering all the exposed snatch length. Laura received it helplessly,
hoping that she would faint, causing the end of the game. But she had more
capability than she knew.
The seventh arrived soon after the last one, much in the same way. The
leather belt made its way between the cunt lips, biting the nymphs, burning
them like a fire. The pussy was inflame, but Laura felt an intense
excitement inside, at the edge of an orgasm. Could she be enjoying such a
punishment? She couldn't believe it and started to cry and scream at the
same time.
The master changed his position for the eighth shot. He placed himself
beside his slave, willing to hit diagonally and downward. The belt cut the
air again and hit the spot that was desired by him, her little clit. Laura
staggered under the pain, but she became all wet instantly, maybe pissing
on the floor.
- Oh! oh! said the master. It seems that we are enjoying to be whip on
the pussy, my dear Laura.
Laura breathed without answering, trying to drag enough power to survive
the last two strikes. Those came back to back, growing in force, upward
again, draining more piss mixed with cum on the floor. It was finish, at
least for the moment. Overcome by the pain and the stress, Laura collapsed
in her own juice.
More or less conscient, she noticed being untied by her master ans
carried to another room where she was cleaned up a little. Then she was
dragged to a bedroom and laid on a large bed. She felt in complete pain in
every part of her body and she weren't able to protest when she was tied by
all four members to each corner of the bed with big ropes. No escape
possible, she tried to recall all that has happen since her arrival.
Her high heeled shoes were removed, but the blindfold stayed in place.
- Goodnight, Laura! wished her the master with a rather calm voice. I
will take good care of you.
- Master, whispered Laura, did... did I perform well?
She thought that he was smiling when he replied:
- Yes, Laura, you did very well! I really like you...
