Free!

Apologies in advance guys, this took a heavy turn (as usual). The smut will have to come later.

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The heavy flail strikes across your sister's midsection. She lurches over at the brutal blow.

CRACK!

You strike her again, unforgiving leather into her soft exposed flesh. The offending word already nearly impossible to see through the lateral stripes of angry pink welling up across her tummy.

CRACK!

"Cmmph!" Fiona grunts before sputtering out a cough. She takes in a deep hissing breath through her nose then spits, the saliva dribbling from her lips. Good, let her feel the pain...after what she did to Elsie...

CRACK!

"GGNNH!" She damn near passes out, but somehow she shakes it off and raises her head once more. It was as if she was drunk or **** or something, the pain and intensity of the scene overwhelming her psyche.

CRACK!

Fiona's body goes limp all at once. She hangs like a broken doll from her bonds. Her bodily strength had completely left her, yet still she stared. Still she didn't say the safeword.

This wasn't right. As the weight of the bundle of tresses thuds into your sister's **** midsection that fifth time you realize the rookie mistake you were making. You were using far too much strength to such an area, there were no bones here to take the blunt **** trauma of your blows. Below her skin and a thin layer of muscle was soft tissue and vital organs.

In a tiny tremblinging voice she pleads. "...don't...stop..."

As you watch your sister look at herself in the mirror, her eyes wavering in and out of focus through the strands of sweaty blonde hair, you see a deeply troubling level of self loathing. You swear it was only this loathing that kept her conscious now. Your sister, your stupid fucking sister, had purposely skipped this important safety lesson when she taught you about the flail. She wanted you to hurt her, to actually injure her! You were furious with Fiona...but she was in no condition for you to do anything about it now. This would be discipline for another session.

As you look at her battered and beaten body and those eyes that refused to quit for all the wrong reasons your anger drains from you.

"Fiona." You say in a low tone.

Her head sways, her voice quavers. "...Jesse?..."

Not master, not sir, but Jesse. Fiona wasn't quite present anymore, she was in some sort of lala land. She didn't understand what was happening outside of this punishment for her deepest sin.

"What's the safeword Fiona?"

"Safe...word...?" The question confused her. "The...? What...? I...? ...don't stop Jesse...don't stop..."

"Where are we Fiona?"

Her dull eyes track unevenly left and right. "...we're...in Elsie's room..." Tears flow freely, her already smeared mascara now leaving black streaks down her cheeks and neck. "...where...where's Elsie Jesse?...I-I can't...see..." Her weak voice trails off.

You step forward and quietly place the flogger down on the bed.

"No...don't stop..." She whispers. "...don't stop...don't stop...don't stop..."

"If I keep going I might hurt you Fiona."

"It's...it's okay Jesse...it's okay..." She tries to stand again but her trembling legs fail her. "...I am...strong..."

You wrap your arm around her body and lift her to take the strain off her wrists and shoulders. "If I keep going...I might kill you."

She nods. "That's okay...that's okay baby...it's better..." Her head slumps down on your shoulder. "...it's better that way." Her head lolls to the side and she looks up at you through her matted hair. "...Daddy's waiting for me...he's watching..."

Your heart bleeds.

"We need you here Fiona. Elsie needs you. I need you. You can't go yet."

"Oh..." She sighs. "...okay."

"We love you Fiona."

"...why..."

"I love you Fiona."

"I...love...you...brother."

Continuing to hold her up you turn so that she could see the mirror. You run your hand over her stomach. "It's done. I took it from you." From shoulders to knees her body now glowed pink.

With a monumental act of will she forces her bleary hazel eyes to focus. You don't know how, but somehow she smiles though the tears don't stop. "Ohhh...I'm...free!?"

"Yes Fiona. You are free now." Reaching up you unfasten each cuff. Her arms flop down to her side as the wrist is released. Her full weight slumps into you and you bear it.

"I'm...glad you're here...I'm...glad you came..." She says almost too quiet to hear. You look to her, about to reply, when you realize she wasn't talking to you. She was looking over in the empty corner of the room. She takes a long shuddering breath. "I'm...glad you're back...but...I can't go...they...need me..."

"We need you." You echo quietly. You gently sit her up on the bed, she hunches limply and watches you as you kneel down and release her ankles.

Fiona is silent a few seconds then suddenly takes in a gasp of air and her head casts about. She blinks the tears from her eyes. "Wh-What...? A-Are...we done?" Something in the tone told you that your sister was back, at least to a point. She spoke as if waking from a dream. "Sir?"

You look up and nod. "We are."

"Did...Did I...pass out?"

You come up to sit at her side and take her into your arms. "For a little." You lie.

"I'm sorry...Sir. I am weak."

"It's okay. We're all done now. The discipline is over."

"I...earned my collar Master?"

"Yes my pet, I am so very proud of you." You stroke her sweaty matted hair and kiss her damp forehead. "So very proud."

Her arms, weak and trembling, embrace you. "Thank you Master. Thank you."