"You need to do some extra credit."

 "Well then, it appears you need to do some extra credit."  

   His voice was dark and sinister, hardly over a whisper, but it seemed thunderous in the stillness of the room.  

   "Go to the closet.  There is something in there for you.  It arrived a few days ago.  I've been waiting for an opportunity to give it to you."  

   My bare feet made the old floorboards creek as I walked to the closet.  The excitement I felt was balanced by the terror of the gift I was about to receive.

   I opened the closet door and below his suits and jackets, on the floor, was a box.  It was wrapped in brown packing paper and tied with a small string.  This had not been shipped by Fed-Ex.  It was delivered, personally.  I picked it up and turned to see him.

   "Bring it back here.  I want to see your face as you open it."

   I sat in front of him with trembeling hands, trying to open the package.  I managed to untie the string and tear off the paper.  The box inside was wooden and well crafted, too.   It smelled old to me, but then most of his things smelled old to me.  He said that it was because I was far too young to appreciate those types of things.  

   "Open it."

   I slowly lifted the hinged lid to find what looked like a tangle of strings.  When I asked him what it was, he reached in and pulled my "gift" out of the box.

   "It's called a cat-o-nine-tails.  I had it made just for you.  It's something of a punisher.  You will earn extra credit by how well you accept your punishment."  

   The lump in my throat doubled as I looked upon it.  Black leather strands, about 3 feet long, that met to form a studded leather handel.  His grip on it was firm, and unsettleing.  

   "Now I know this is a bit of a step up for you, but this realy isn't about what you want.  I want it, and I'll make you want it too. Now get to the foot of the bed." 

   I was almost too scared to move,  but my body instinctively followed his command and moved to the end of the bed, where he strapped my wrists to the thick beam across the foot of his bed.

   "First I'll have to prepare your body."  

   He roughly tore the last bits of clothing off my body.  He then poured a thick oil down my back.  I felt his heavy hands rub the oil into my skin, not the way that you would massage a lover, more like you would season a slab of meat for roasting.  He pressed his oily fingers into evey crevace of my body, including my most intimate areas.  He took his time and made sure those placed were well oiled.  He pressed his pelvis into me as he ran his hands over my shoulders and down my chest. He firmly squeezed each breast before pinching each nipple.  I moaned, and felt the twitch of his member, pressed against my bare ass.  He loved nothing more than to make me love it.  Love the pain, the humiliation, the fear.  

   "There we go.  Do you have anything to say before you begin accepting your punnishment?"