Something about this scene is so perverted, that I love it and I have to stay.

Fortunately, Chase sails through the second and third rounds. He misses only three match-point opportunities, one in round two and two in round three.

And of course, each evening, after the match, you are caned in front of him. You think that Mrs. Chamberlain is caning you harder - the pain is so intense - but perhaps it's just because your previous strokes have not fully healed yet.

Bruises on top of bruises.

Watching the games is now so much more intense. Of course you are in the stadium watching Chase, and of course he can see you... right there. And whenever he reaches a match point, he looks directly at you, and you both know:

If he misses this point, you will be caned.

For some perverted reason, just that moment, that point where the future fate of your bottom hangs in the balance, that point is so charged that you feel your excitement peak.

And then, of course (it never fails), the vibrator randomly goes off and you have to say: "I want to fuck you, Chase."

And he turns back to his opponent, looking fierce, and then aces the next point and wins the match.

And then, in the round of sixteen, his serve is broken in the third set! And now he's down, 3-5 games! One more and his opponent will take the second set.

Your eyes go wide and you can feel them fill with tears. Your nipples tingle. You clench your legs together.

It's as if you can feel the strokes across your breasts from six days ago being re-applied. You feel the pain, it is still fresh in your mind even if the bruises have now faded to a sickly yellow-green.

"Come on, Chase," you shout. "You can do it!"

He looks over at you.

And the vibrator goes off.

"I want to fuck you," you say, softly, mouthing the words so he can see them.

You wonder if your face is being captured on camera. Will people be able to tell what you're saying? You blush at the thought.

Chase grimaces, thinks for a bit, then turns back to his opponent...

... and then goes on a tear. He wins the next two games, bringing them even, 5-5. He loses the next, then wins the next, then they battle it out on the tiebreaker - which seems to take forever - he finally wins the whole thing after playing 22 MATCH POINTS.

You are elated and screaming like everyone else in the stadium, but you know what's in store for you when you get back to the bedroom.

You find yourself standing, naked except for tennis shoes and your chastity panties, bent over with your hands behind your back, your naked buns (through the holes in the chastity panties) receiving 21 slicing strokes on your bottom.

You are thoroughly broken by the end of it. Sobbing and limp and in so much pain that you can't think.

Mrs. Chamberlain spends some extra time with you that night, soothing your bottom with her special ointment.

"Not much longer now," she says.

After the round of sixteen, the round of eight is surprisingly easy. Chase wins it in straight sets, without losing even one match point.

"YESSS!!!!" you shout, jumping into the air and pumping your hands. "YOU DID IT CHASE!"

And the vibrator goes off, and you SHOUT "I WANT TO FUCK YOU, CHASE!"

But fortunately, the entire stadium is going crazy as well, Chase has become the 'cinderella story' of the tournament, and so fortunately only a few people sitting around you can hear and they mostly grin with delight.

And so this is it. The quarter finals. If Chase can win this then you can FINALLY, FINALLY, have sex with him!!