CHAPTER TEN
After she was released from the metal triangle, Becca's hands were at first
tempted to go to her thighs in an effort to relieve the intense burning pain
from the welts left by the switch, but she resisted for she surmised that James
would be happy to impose more punishment for such an action. With a tremendous
effort of will, Becca managed to control her next urge to drop to the floor and
prostrate herself before James and beg for mercy. Instead, with her heart
thumping and hot wet tears dribbling down her cheeks, she again adopted a
kneeling position before James, her throbbing hands clasped behind her neck.
James was speaking and Becca was barely certain of what he was saying. All she
knew was that she had six blows to receive. But her mind caught up quickly. ~
Is it an offer or a tease to be bound? Twelve . . . I cannot bear twelve! ~
She remained in turmoil for a moment, quivering from the pain that spread
through her. Finally she sat up on her knees, about to request to be bound for
fear she would not remain in place for an additional six strokes.
James stood looking at Becca as she remained kneeling before his imposing
figure, her naked body shaking and quivering as she attempted to control the
pain of that last cut, her eyes watering with her warm tears. He was waiting
for Becca's answer to his question as to whether she would be able to take more
cuts to her bottom without restraint. However, on seeing the naked woman adopt
her abject position, James suddenly changed his mind.
"On reflection, I have decided that I am in need of some relief before we
continue with the matter." James gestured to his quivering length of manhood
sticking out from his lower belly. "Get those sweet lips of yours around your
ultimate Master, and show how much you desire to please me. In addition, I
desire to feel the hot glow from those weals upon your hands, so I want you hold
the back of my thighs as you offer your obeisance."
Becca was cringing as she knelt before James, her palms scorched by the cruel
cuts of the cane, her inner thighs quivering with agony and torment. Things were
not going quite as she had imagined. In her fantasies she had been perfect and
never required punishment of any kind. Now she was on her third, and still had
to finish her first.
Becca sniffled as she looked up to her Master as he spoke again. It would mean
rest to service him and it was not a choice she was being given. Gratefully,
Becca crawled forward on her knees. "Thank you Master, your slave wishes only
to please you." She murmured and bent low to kiss his feet quickly to show her
gratitude further.
Straightening again, Becca gingerly wrapped her hands around to hold his thighs,
wincing for the added aggravation to her welts. Without needing to be told a
second time she took the head of his cock between her lips and pulled him into
her warm mouth.
The burning imprints of the cane served as a reminder to prevent her from
hesitating in any form. Becca sucked deeply as she took as much of his length
into her mouth as she was able. Her tongue worked over the underside, rubbing
slightly as she endeavoured to satisfy him. Her aching hands pressed tightly to
the backs of his thighs reflexively twitched and pulled soft noises from her
throat showing the continuing ache of her wounds.
As before, Becca peeked to the side and into the mirrored closet door to one
side. She could see herself easily and it returned the same erotic feeling to
her mind. The difference this time was the marks upon her backside. Four red
lines, not pink, but vividly red. She closed her eyes to the powerful image and
continued the strong suckling of his member.
James gazed down on Becca's nakedness as she grovelled and kissed his feet and
he took in the sight of the four weals that crossed her buttocks.
~ Soon that backside will be decorated with more lines of torment, but how many?
Would she go for the extra twelve cuts, with the security that she would be
restrained and thus prevent any adverse physical actions? Well, I'll wait and
see. ~
Feeling Becca's sore and tender palms pressing against the backs of his thighs,
James revelled in the subjugation of the woman. He sighed as the tip of his
member was taken between Becca's soft sweet lips, and his contentment grew on
feeling the rest of his cock enter the moist warm confines of her mouth. His
hands rested lightly on Becca's head, his fingers gently running through her
chestnut brown hair and down to her shoulders, whilst he could feel the warmth
of her breath on his belly as her bobbing head engulfed his length.
Becca felt differently than she had before her punishment had begun. She had
been eager from the beginning, but it was as if the imprint of the whalebone in
her flesh doubled that feeling. The pain was bright, like nothing she had ever
felt before but as she worked to bring her Master pleasures she savoured her
first lesson and felt her own sort of pleasure. The gentle touch to her hair
helped her to calm further and she began to truly enjoy the feeling of his
member in her mouth.
"Whilst you are engaged upon this pleasant task, think carefully of your next
decision, woman." James spoke in a soft tone, but one full of menace. "Will you
be able to cope with a further six strokes, unrestrained?"
She wanted to be able to take the strokes without restraint but Becca knew
better what was before her still. The intense agony that would be doled out
would leave her crumpled and only incur further punishment for not holding
position. She had no endurance for pain and now feared it greatly. Becca knew
her choice and was grateful for being allowed the chance to request being bound.
As he enjoyed the continuing ministrations of Becca's tongue and sucking lips,
James could feel the desire to spurt his essence into the throat of the naked
and abject Becca who knelt before him. Taking a firmer grip on her hair,
twisting the shoulder length tresses in his fingers, he began to force the pace
of Becca's actions. James felt the head of his member touch the back of Becca's
throat and his churning loins began to push his milky white cum up to the tip of
his raging cock.
With a cry of undisguised pleasure, James erupted and gouts of his jism coated
Becca's mouth and throat as his cock throbbed and quivered.
Becca knew that this time her Master would enjoy her to completion. The sudden
grip on her hair was an indicator of that. It was as if she was more aware than
ever of the different sensations. She felt his staff grow more rigid as James
increased her pace with his hold and gagged slightly as the head brushed the
back of her throat. Her sore hands held his thighs more tightly as she fought
to maintain her composure and focus solely on pleasing him.
Then it began. The flood came with his yell. Now Becca's focus was narrowed to
concentrate on the hot fluid that filled her mouth and coated her throat. It
was difficult to swallow, as he still filled her mouth but somehow Becca managed
it, to a certain extent. Eventually, James felt his excitement subside and he
allowed his wilting member to drop from the lips of the kneeling figure of
Becca. As his cock slid wetly from her lips, she groaned softly, swallowing
again the sticky fluid as James wiped himself against her face. She looked up
to her Master, her lips forming a smile displaying her contentment at bringing
James such oral pleasure, as she raised the back of her hand to wipe at her
cheek and nose.
James had keenly watched the kneeling woman as she coped with his essence when
it erupted into the warm confines of her willing mouth. He saw the slick
streams that traced their way across her face, and took in the gesture as her
hand wiped the sticky fluid from her cheek.
"Lick it up, woman." James ordered. "You will never waste any of my cum, but
consume it with relish and appreciation."
Becca was still dealing with the texture and flavour of what had filled her
mouth as this new order came out. "Yes Master." Becca continued to look up at
James until the back of her hand was before her lips. Then as ordered, she
licked over the back of her trembling hand so as not to miss any of his seed.
As Becca eagerly licked the jism from her hand, James then stepped back and
addressed the kneeling figure. "Have you decided on the question posed to you
earlier? I await your answer with anticipation of more enjoyment to come."
"Yes Master. Your slave has decided." She said softly. "She wishes to be
restrained Master. Your slave fears she will disappoint you if she tries to
hold position and fails." Becca remained on her knees looking up into James's
eyes hopefully. Her own still puffed from crying. Slowly she leaned forward
and rests her head to his knee. "It hurts too much to do it on my own." She
whispered, her voice barely audible but still pleading.
Hearing Becca's words of pleading, James allowed a smile to cross his saturnine
features. ~ So the woman has realised what tremendous self-control is necessary
before she can become the slave that she wishes to be. ~
Instructing Becca to stand, James "Come, then let us not delay in completing
your request."
James led the naked Becca across the hard floor of the basement until she stood
before a metal framework similar to the parallel bars used by gymnast. However,
the vertical supports of this unit were height adjustable by use of a system of
hydraulics below the floor, and the horizontal bars were fitted with hooks set
in the metal every six inches along the length.
Using a remote control unit, James altered the height of the parallel bars so
that the front one was level with the front of Becca's upper thighs, whilst the
rear set remained at the height of Becca's shoulders.
"Get yourself across that," James instructed Becca and he pushed her against the
cold unyielding strength of the front bar. "Lean forward and under the back
one, so that your shoulders are pressed against the pole." James continued.
"Now reach out sideways with your arms and take hold of the bar." Whilst
waiting for Becca to comply, James made ready to fix the clip rings on Becca's
bracelets to the hooks on the bar.
Fluttering had begun deep in Becca's stomach at the idea of being bound. She
was both frightened and excited to be restrained for the first time. The
concept had always fascinated her. Still, Becca was painfully aware of the
reason she was being cuffed. Her punishment was not finished, at least now she
would have no place to move when the pain became too great.
The contraption was odd, something Becca had never seem before, in this sense.
She looked at it warily until she was pushed forward and into the lower bar. It
dug in, cold and unbending. Becca whimpered softly as goose bumps rippled over
her flesh.
She did exactly as told and precariously leaned over the bar. It dug in more to
her upper thighs with her body pulling forward to get under the second bar. She
reached her arms straight out from her sides and completed the positioning by
grasping the bar. She did not squeeze her hands closed but held herself
lightly. The cold metal soothed the burning welts and surrounding flesh of each
palm but she whimpered still for the pressure, as light as it was.
Unconsciously, Becca was on her toes as she held the position. Her striped
buttocks jutting out behind her inviting the stroke of the cane, once her Master
had secured her. Her legs were slightly apart and left her sex visible as well
as the tiny rosebud of her anus. The labia glistened with moisture that Becca
was totally unaware of. Her hanging breasts jiggled slightly as she took long
steadying breaths while she waited, the same mixture of fear and excitement now
raging in her. Already she felt she could deal with anything if she were held
in place for it.
~ That is not the way I should think . . . I need to work at keeping myself in
position and not relying on bondage. But it does give a delicious sort of
distraction to the pain. ~ Becca was barely aware that she had in fact calmed
considerably once she was in position.
As James watched Becca obey his command, he appreciated how the strict posture
of the bars thrust Becca's breasts into prominence as if begging to be caressed,
by hand or maybe by whip or cane. ~ That pleasure waits in the future. ~
Fastening the clip rings on her bracelets to the hooks on the rear bar, James
ensured that Becca's arms were fully extended and pressed against the ice-cold
surface of the metal tubing.
Becca found that within seconds she was secured and absolutely unable to free
herself. A shiver ran through her body, partly from the contact with the metal
bar and partly from the intense feeling of helplessness she now experienced.
Becca relaxed as much as she could in her bonds and closed her eyes.
Taking up the whalebone switch, James lightly tapped the vicious tip of the rod
against the upper inner surface of Becca's thighs, indicating that she should
move her legs slightly apart. As he did this, the cane came into contact with
the bright red welts already decorating her soft flesh, producing a slight cry
of torment to escape Becca's lips. James then noticed Becca's glistening labial
lips and traced the tip of the whalebone switch along the ultra sensitive lips.
~ My word, she really is excited at the beating she has just received and she
appears to be eagerly awaiting the continuation of her pain. ~
Becca had flinched quite visibly startled at the touch of the cane that tapped
at her inner thighs, uttering a short yelp that was repeated as she felt the
light touch to her sensitive labia. She did however understand the implication
of the touch and spread her legs further.
James observed how Becca's thrusting breasts became still as she fought to
control her breathing and she was successful in her efforts. ~ We'll see how
long you can maintain your will over the pain, my dear as the cane cuts more
strokes of agony across your martyred flesh ~.
After a short pause, James sawed the length of torment gently across the upper
slopes of Becca's bottom cheeks, and he anticipated again the pleasure of laying
twelve hard stripes across the flesh that was already well marked from the
previous lashes of the cane.
"I will refrain from securing your ankles, as I wish to see your reaction as the
cane slices into those rounded buttocks again." James informed the tethered
woman.
Raising the switch to shoulder height, James brought it swishing down to cut
deep into the full curve of the prominently displayed bottom flesh, already
badly marked from the previous stripes. Across Becca's quivering cheeks a wicked
twin tracked weal had now been raised, it was slowly turning 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.
Again, James tapped the whalebone rod gently against Becca's quivering cheeks,
watching the well-marked flesh wobble slightly each time at its contact. Then
the tapping stopped as the cane left her bottom and the cane came whistling
down, ending with a loud crack, her flesh rippling from its point of impact as
it sliced into her plump round cheeks. James watched as another band of pain
blazed across her bottom.
"Let me hear your appreciation for the time that I am spending in the training
of such a wayward young woman." James demanded.
