P04E07

I didn’t really hit her very hard, it couldn’t really have hurt. It was still enough to twitch her muscles and draw a sharp breath. Probably just the sensation of the first time, I thought. I held the flogger in my hand, dangling it in the air, and waited for her to process her first stroke ever. Then I said: “There is this thing about being whipped, Emily. I need you to count the strokes, or they don’t count. “

“What do you mean… count them?”

“Out loud. You should have said, ‘One’. You didn’t. That means that the stroke isn’t valid, and there are still six strokes left now. “

“That’s not fair! I didn’t know that!”

I shrugged: “It has nothing to do with being fair. It is a rule that must be obeyed.”

“Ah well, OK then! One!”

I smiled: “That’s too late now. It should be counted right after being received. We’ll start again. “

She muttered a bit, but she still held her position for me to continue. I raised my arm again, and administered another stroke, significantly harder this time.

“OW! One! Jesus!”

“Just the number is enough. Jesus has nothing to do with it. ”

She held her breath as the rush of the stroke subsided in her body, and I gave her plenty of time to do so before I raised my arm again.

“TWO!!” she yelled. I admired the bundle of parallel stripes across her buttocks as I gave her the time to recover once more. I raised the power again for the next stroke.

“OUCH!!! THREE!!! “

Marcy stepped forward, and put a hand on her buttock, gently caressing it: “Shush now. You’re doing great, Emily. Hang in there. “

She looked at me, and I signaled to remove her hand for the next stroke.

“FOUR!!!” Her voice almost collapsed as I kept increasing the power of the strokes. She was panting heavily in the pauses between strokes now, and even giving her a full minute didn’t manage to make it go away.

“OWOWOWOW!!! FIVE!!!” She howled, her face contorted with pain. A tear was forming in the corner of her eye, and rolled down her cheek when the pause extended. She was almost finished now, and I admired her courage to maintain her position throughout, exposing her ass to the **** of my whip. I kept the last pause much shorter, wishing to end her ordeal myself as well.

“SIX!!!” she screamed, her teeth grit together, dispensing all the air out of her lungs like a pressure cooker. I stepped back to watch the final results of my handiwork. Her ass was covered with a mesh of mostly parallel horizontal welts, some more prominent, some diffusing into the general texture of a ravished ass. The shades ranged from bright red to bordeaux, almost purple. Of course I had whipped Marcy, but it didn’t feel quite the same. She had been experienced, while this was the first whipping of a pristine ass. And of course, Marcy’s wasn’t the ass of the woman I loved. This one was. Everything was coming together. She hadn’t protested or resisted; she had offered her ass to me for whipping, and had endured the flogging without trying to fend me off, without questioning my right to administer it. She wouldn’t lie to me no more, any time soon.

I took her hand and helped her up, then took her chin between two fingers and turned her face towards me. Her expression was tormented by the pain, but there was no reproach or accusation in her eyes, just the resignation and recognition of her own fault and the fairness of the punishment she had just received. She looked relaxed and peaceful, nourishing in the shine of my smile, as if it soothed the pain somehow. She looked adorable; she looked exactly like the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

“So we leave all that shy and childish stuff behind us now, and only say what we really mean, right?”

Her nod looked very cute, as I still held her chin. She couldn’t evade my prying eyes now.

“Remember to be perfectly honest when you respond. Do you want me to make love to you now?”

She blushed all over her face when she spoke, but a fire also seemed to light up in her eyes, still covered in tears, and her answer came without hesitation: “Yes, Jason. This is what I wanted to tell you for so long. I just never dared to. But now I can finally just say it. Yes. Fuck my brains out. Skewer me on your lance. Ravage my body, avail yourself of it in any way that you want. I’m yours to play with. All I want you to do is use me well.”

I managed to suppress the joy in my heart and keep a steady and cool voice: “Very good. Then go up to your room. Don’t put anything on; just lie down on your back on the bed. No blankets. Spread your legs to leave room for me between them when I come to join you. Then wait for me. “

I released her chin, and it fell to her chest, looking at the floor in some remnants of embarrassment over the candid responses she had just given, and the explicitness of the instructions she had received. But she didn’t falter to go down the road she had chosen; dedicated to her newly found conviction and determined to obey, she turned around and walked out, closing the door behind her.