CHAPTER FIVE
The next instructions were clear. "Yes Master, your slave understands." she
almost whispered, her throat and gone dry again as her eyes followed the slowly
swinging crop. ~ 6 'cuts' or 12. . ~ It was not really that hard of a
decision, the lesser of the two options made the most sense. It was the offer
of being restrained that had her faltering. Becca could not understand why
there would be a need for her to be restrained for punishment. It seemed as if
it were to be a kindness of some sorts if it were to bring her additional
lashes.
To be bound had it's own attractions as it was something she desired to
experience, but to chose that would increase her punishment. It was another
moment before she realised she was hesitating again, the exact cause of her
punishment in the first place.
"Your slave chooses to remain unrestrained Master." She said quickly, Becca bit
her lip. She held in the question that played on her mind, deciding she would
learn why there would be a reason for bondage as she took the crop freely 6
times. Her eyes still followed the slim rod as he continued to swing it.
On hearing Becca's decision that she would receive her punishment without the
additional security of being restrained, James's thoughts recalled the last time
that a slave-under-training to him had elected to follow a similar course of
action.
~ How many extra had he given her? Was it an additional 14 cuts of the crop
across her quivering nates? No, it was a further 16 times that the cane had
visited her bottom. How the poor girl had regretted her errors, the 22 vivid
welts bearing witness to the severity and force of his right arm, the intense
pain robbing her of the ability to even count the number and ask for the next
stripe across her shuddering buttocks. In the end, she had screamed and begged
to be restrained but, cruel man that he was, he had denied her this small mercy
and insisted that she present her throbbing arse cheeks for the punishment he
had ordained, without the reassuring feel of restraints. By the time he had
reached 18 cuts, the poor girl was writhing and squirming on the floor begging
for him to desist. ~
Bringing his mind back to the present, James ordered Becca. "Right, I want you
to see you bent over, hands gripping the back of your knees and make sure that
you maintain that position throughout your chastisement. Let me hear you asking
for your punishment and thanking me for each stripe in a clear and lucid manner,
for any failure will result in the penalty of additional strokes."
"Yes Master, understood." She replied quickly. Becca stood and turned away
from James, stepping slightly forward so that he would not have to move far to
deliver the strikes. ~ I haven't made an error, surely 6 is better than 12. ~
It seemed very logical to someone who had never felt a crop on her skin before.
Bending, Becca reached around her knees and tried to stifle her trembling.
As he waited for Becca to adopt the required posture, James could not resist the
temptation of cajoling the poor woman even more. "Come on, stick out that
backside of yours. I want to hear you requesting the strokes and it sticking
right out waiting for the first stroke."
Her body jolted as his commands rang out. "Yes Master!" She exclaimed and
spread her legs slightly, her upper body leaning more to her thighs. Becca bent
her knees slightly in hopes of adding to her support while pushing her backside
further towards him. "Your slave wishes to be punished, Master. Her bottom is
eager for the lashes so that she may learn to please you better." The words
came easily as she released herself to the position. Becca only prayed the next
words she spoke would come as easily.
Her eyes were closed and Becca tried not to tense her body as she waited for the
inevitable. Knowing it would hurt, she already tried to ensure the lesson was
learned. ~ I will not hesitate . . . ~
James's experienced eye took in the highly erotic sight of the naked woman
bending before him, her hands grasping her knees, her breast globes wobbling
slightly as they hung dependant from her torso, and the smooth flesh of her
bottom cheeks presented to him. Some would call the circumstances obscene, but
they would be people who failed to appreciate the incredible emotional charge
that can be obtained from a domination/submission relationship. The words spoken
and the offering she made emphasised the power that he held over the woman, and
if one where to compare it to the drug culture, this was the ultimate fix as far
as he was concerned. Whilst the infliction of punishments gave him a
substantial feeling of satisfaction, this was just a corollary to the main
essence of his enjoyment, which was the exercise of his dominance in respect of
women.
"Fine words my dear, but have you the fortitude and bravery to ensure that you
obey the instructions that you have been given, to the letter, my dear. For any
and all failures will result in additional strokes." James emphasised to Becca.
"I intend this to be a caning that will test your resolve to submit and offer
yourself, mind and body for my pleasure." ~ I wonder how many she will be able
to take, before she succumbs to the agony? ~
Taking up a position just to the left of the quivering girl, James drew the
switch across Becca's cringing bottom cheeks. Lightly caressing the curve of her
presented buttocks, James tapped the leather bound whalebone crop across the
centre of her bottom, the
length spanning the shadowed divide as if indicating where the first blow would
fall. Taking his measure, he raised the crop up high; up over his shoulder and
then brought it down with a swish, his arm moving quickly and with substantial
force, so that the impact with Becca's soft flesh was with his full strength.
This produced a sharp crack and the twin cheeks of her bottom quivered like two
jellies as the instrument bit deep into their soft flesh. A mark appeared across
the naked spheres, at first a livid white, then quickly darkening to a painful
red.
James's arm relaxed as he stood waiting to see Becca's actions.
Becca found she couldn't respond, her heart was in her throat as she waited for
the first lash. ~ Please let me bear this. ~ She silently wished and twitched
as the cane was stroked over her waiting cheeks. It was the wait that was
becoming difficult. The anticipation of feeling her first real punishment had
spawned a nervous excitement that she could not shake.
Her eyes closed tight as she heard the sudden swish. Becca had tried to prepare
herself for just how painful it would be but nothing she could have imagined
compared to the way it actually felt. The breath to even cry out was gone with
the horrendous slice across her buttocks. Her skin broke out in goose bumps as
she shivered and her entire body jolted forward until she put a hand down to
brace herself.
It was a second before she found her voice but it felt like an eternity. Becca's
eyes were watering but she was not yet tearful. The first sound she made was an
odd sort of grunt, high pitched but short. ~ Oh God, how will I ever take
more?!? ~ She thought as she returned her hand to re-clasp behind her knee.
The next thought was ~ How long have I made him wait?? ~
In a rush she spoke. "Thank you Master . . ." but found she could only pant
quick short breaths for another moment. "Your slave wishes another Master . . .
she requires further punishment." Difficult words to say considering the
already gleaming pain to her back side but proper (she hoped) just the same. ~
That's one . . . five more to go . . . Oh God. ~ Becca groaned and pressed her
forehead to one of her knees.
James watched as a line of burning, agonising pain erupted across Becca's
bottom. His eyes glinted with steely satisfaction to see her reaction and the
prohibited movement as her hand reached out to maintain her balance.
"Oh, I may not have made it clear, my dear." James said in a nonchalant tone of
voice. "Any movement of your hands from the position instructed also means the
same penalty as failure to respond verbally as required."
Allowing time for the import of his words to sink into Becca's mind, James then
continued sadistically making her situation even more dire. "Any failures incur
an individual penalty, so with your delay in your response and the unauthorised
movement of your hand away from your knees, you are now starting the punishment
again from a minus position of two strokes."
~ Actually she responded reasonably quickly, but not quickly enough and she will
soon learn that the offer of securing her, even for 12 strokes of the rod, would
have been a far better proposition. ~
James waited patiently, enjoying the display, before he ordered her to
reposition herself and he looked on with a feeling of intense anticipation, and
saw across her white quivering cheeks a wicked twin tracked weal had now been
raised, it was turning slowly from red to a dark purple. He lifted the supple
rod again, paused, and then whipped it down across her soft bottom, letting it
bite in, just below that first cruel stroke.
He watched Becca's reaction, whilst his own excitement at laying the punishing
instrument across her naked flesh produced a reaction of it's own. His turgid
member becoming engorged and rigid pointed horizontally from his lower belly.
His free hand moved down to lightly grip the rock hard prick and he began to
massage it slowly from base to tip.
Becca heard what her Master was telling her, barely, over the rush of her
breathing as she fought to keep control. She whimpered in response as he
informed her she was now beginning again from a minus standpoint. Becca had
been afraid it had taken her too long to state the required words, now she knew
to respond immediately. The strike across her buttocks throbbed horribly,
bringing out cascading goose bumps, as her body temperature seemed to change in
waves radiating out from that one hot spot.
For the moment her world was narrowed, further than it had been once she signed
the contract. Now all she felt was pain and fear of more. The arousal she had
been experiencing so keenly before had all but disappeared, as she was unable to
cling to it. Becca felt it was more important to focus all of her energy on
getting through her first punishment.
Her chest heaved as she adjusted her position, hanging her head again and trying
to prepare for the next. She knew already it was a mistake to have not taken
the offer to be restrained but she was not yet at the point to ask him for it.
The second strike came as a surprise to Becca. She had been hoping James might
warn her. The cane bit deep into her, this time pulling a cry from her lips
immediately as her flesh was already sore. The lash mark burned bright with
pain but she held the position, her nails digging in to the backs of her knees.
Her head came up, flipping her hair around as she hissed in her next breath.
Becca could swear James had struck the exact same spot.
"Thank you Master . . . "she groaned the words and punctuated them with a
hiccup of a sob. "Your slave wishes for more please!" Becca's voice was loud
and full of pain but she felt she had responded quickly no matter the struggle
to do so. She was beginning to doubt how she'd be able to take the rest and
hitched in a troubled breath. With her eyes closed, Becca did not know the
pleasure her Master was taking in dealing out this punishment.
Watching Becca's fingers gripping tightly at the back of her knees and listening
to her hissing intake of breath as she attempted to achieve the tasks of
thanking him and requesting the next stripe, James smiled as he saw the
blossoming pain-filled second stroke decorate her buns.
As she was again made to position herself and request the next cutting agony of
the rod, he tapped the whalebone switch gently against her quivering cheeks,
just above the soft crease that divided her bottom cheeks from her upper thighs,
causing them to wobble slightly each time at its contact. Then the tapping
stopped and the cane left her bottom and came whistling down across the same
spot that he had been tapping, ending with a loud crack!! Becca's flesh rippled
from its point of impact as it sliced into her plump round cheeks and the band
of pain blazed across her bottom, just below the last one.
Whilst he waited for Becca's response James informed her "We will now commence
your proper punishment, woman. You have six strokes to come, so let me hear your
requests clearly and I wish you to be precise about what you are asking."
~Let me see how strong her desire really is, to submit to me. ~
Becca started, visibly as the rod tapped her backside lightly. Again she was
taken off guard by the intensity and suddenness of the strike. Her voice rang
out just as suddenly, loud this time. Thankfully she managed to hold the
position but felt her knees burning as if straining to lift an enormous weight.
As the cry died out, Becca broke into a soft sob. The sound bubbled up along
with real tears as she listened to James's guidance.
"Yes Master . . . Thank you Master." She replied, as clearly as she could.
Becca was determined now to deal with the searing pain each lash brought and
joined with the ones that had not yet faded. In the back of her mind she wanted
desperately to beg him to stop her punishment, to at least slow it. ~ That is
not how I am to think! ~ She admonished herself silently though her tears
continued, not comforted by her need to learn.
"Thank you Master . . . for this punishment . . . " she panted as a chill ran
through her body, followed quickly by a flash of heat. "Your slave . . . wishes
only to please you Master . . ." Another chill and again the flash pulled a moan
from her throat, interrupting her declaration. Becca remained still, staring at
the floor below her again, wanting desperately to put a hand out to balance
herself better. "Your slave . . . your slave desires further punishment Master
. . . she wishes for the next lash." She continued, attempting to embellish her
words to please him.
~ I just need to get through this . . . I can do it. ~ She thought, her lips
mouthing her thoughts silently.
