It's painfully enlightening

On the walk back to the cabins Nick kept one hand around her shoulder, casually groping her breast, not trying to illicit any sexual response, but to show ownership, at least when it was only them.

It was a long walk, they started with some simple chit-chat and Nick made her relive her vacation for him. He wanted to know exactly what she had done this week. He emphasized he wanted to know so he could know where to push her, free her. Of course, it was to know about his competition and how to further manipulate her. When Nick began the conversation about their current relationship, it was with a doozy.

“Red, before we get back to the cabins and start punishment, I have a question and another rule. For starters, I want to make it clear you are only to call me ‘Sir’ in private for now. In public, call me by my first name. I don’t want to hear you call me by my last name. Same distinction for your pronouns. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good, next we must establish your fourth rule. This one is a bit more complex; I hope my little Red understands it, just raise your hand if you have a question little Red. Not understanding completely is not an excuse to avoid punishment. I require five texts a day, when we aren’t together. The first will be by 8AM, you are to affirm my ownership. A simple, “Nick Katzenberg, or Sir, owns me” will do for now. And you will ask permission to eat breakfast, you will not eat without my permission. I also want a selfie of your hot body wearing your daily clothes. Does my little Red understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl. The second will be at noon, you will tell me of your morning, affirm my ownership and ask permission to eat lunch. The third will be at the same as the second but at 6PM. Good so far?"

"Of course Sir."

"The fourth will be at 9PM. In this one you will layout three outfit choices for your next day’s regular clothes and three for that night’s clothes. You will follow my instructions on what to wear from those layouts. You will also affirm my ownership and repeat to me all your rules. This is also when you will let me know of any problems you are facing with the rules. If you want to have sex with someone at night, or the next day before 9PM, you will ask my permission to do so at this time. The final text will be at 12AM, it will be either a nude, or one in the night outfit I plan for you. Any questions?”

“No, I don’t think so Sir. Sorry Sir, yes, what do I do if I am traveling, or at a photoshoot during those times?”

“We will discuss the photoshoot later. If you are travelling by airplane and can’t text I will know and understand. In that case let’s add to the texts, you will give me your travel schedule every 12AM for the next week. If you are travelling by car or train, find a toilet. I expect all texts to be based on EST.”

"Sir, umm what if I want to have sex with someone unplanned?" Red added with a blush.

"Good question my little Red slut. You will be punished, but only lightly, as long as you tell me the truth. Less if you film the interaction and send it to me." Nick said thinking of who might try and fuck MJ and how he might be able to get some leverage on some people in the modelling world.

"Sir, Sir and your Red are close to the cabins, can Sir remove his hand?” MJ cut in and pleaded.

“I have a different idea, walk over to that tree and bend at the waist to touch your toes.”

With a look of confusion MJ walked over to the only tree around, they were that close to the cabins.

Nick looked around before picking up a quarter inch thick branch, about two feet long and waving it around,

Swish, swish, swish.

With a smile on his face, but a cold stare in his eyes he walked over to MJ swinging the branch the entire way.

“What are you going to do?” MJ already had tears forming, anticipating his answer.

“Why, whip some disrespectful pussy. Any complaints.” Nick said as he swished the branch a foot from her delectable rear.

“Sir, please don’t, I mean it, stop.”

Thwack.

MJ grimaced in pain but refused to let the pain sound.

“Red, you know what you need to say.”

“Sorry, Sir, please stop. I’m sorry to displease you.”

Thwack.

This time a slight shriek came out of her lips followed by a pleading small voice.

“Couldn’t hear you Red, say what.” Nick teased as he began to wind up.

“Webhead.” And Nick’s hand dropped to his side releasing the branch.

“Good girl, Red.” As he spoke, he walked to MJ and lifted her up by her shoulders, turning her and bringing her into his protective embrace whispering soothing praise.

“Nick, why did you do that? Why did you take it so far? Why make me say the safeword?” Whimpered MJ, as tears streamed down her face.

Looking at her face, holding her gaze Nick moved to kiss her cheeks, finding and kissing each tear until they stopped. They were salty but the most satisfying taste to reach Nick’s mouth in a long, long time. Silently holding her snuggly and tightly, not a lewd movement in his actions. He wanted to give her assurance, but also to get her even more used to his body pressed against hers.

“Two reasons Red. First, I wanted to see your pain tolerance, it needed to be tested for potential punishment. Second, I wanted to get you to use the safeword.”

“But, but Why? Why be so mean?” Even the callous Nick found her cry of anguish distressing. He had been playing sweet on occasion but inside he just wanted to make Mary Jane his long term and didn’t give a fuck about her safety, her pleasure, her feelings aside from how to use those.

“Red, it wasn’t to be mean, it was to show you the word meant something. It meant I would stop. You could trust me. You needed to know I would obey that rule and feel secure in our arrangement. You needed to know you had the power to stop things. Take a timeout. You need to be free to explore but safe in that exploration. Safe with me.”

Nick said while continuing to caress her head, giving her small kisses on the forehead as she shivered.

After a moment he heard MJ whisper softly, “I understand Nick. Thank you.” Then she surprised him by kissing him softly, gently, lovingly on his neck before nuzzling into him breathing in his scent. Just a peck in the end, but it meant the world to her and even meant something to him, though not something she would have liked. It meant he was further along in her corruption than he had hoped.

“Red, let’s use the word ‘Spidey and Petey’ to start again when you are ready. Until then we will just take a timeout. Just stay in my arms, in my safe embrace.” Nick felt his prick begin to rise as he messed with Mary Jane’s head, it was almost as enticing as the thought of fucking this red beauty, almost. It was like giving a drop of water to a person dying from dehydration in the desert. Only, this cost him far less. He smiled as he smelled her hair, his eyes flashing with cruelty. Next time, Nick thought, she would make at least three strikes, trying to push herself harder, obey better, trust in him more. Then four, or five.