P04E06

I interrupted her broken record routine: “You can’t really expect me to flog you on your clothing, right?”

The logic could hardly be disputed. She swallowed audibly, glanced at Marcy, realized there wouldn’t be any support from that side either, then complied. She dawdled as much as she dared when she undressed, and I didn’t push her. If she wanted the anticipation of her first flogging to last a little bit longer, who was I to rush her? I just watched her closely as the T-shirt, jeans, bra, and panties were divested from her body one by one, revealing more and more of her naked skin underneath. I had always dreamt about seeing her like this, but I had never dared even hint at it to her. Now it was just happening, and I hadn’t even asked. I had ordered. I felt great.

She stood upright again after sliding the panties down her legs and stepping out of them. She had once told me that the only people who had ever seen her naked were her mother and her doctor, and that she was very anxious about showing it to me. Now that the childhood spell of our sparring shadowplay had been broken, she was uneasy and nervous, balancing her weight between her legs. She wasn’t just naked for her man, but for Marcy as well.

At my end, I didn’t feel any demur to survey my prize. My impudent eyes feasted on her curves as they traveled her features from the bottom up. She looked marvelous. She had always been slightly behind in her physical development, and her petite features were girlish and prim. Her legs were pale but still slightly brawny as they reached up to her torso. Her hips bowed gently into a slender waistline, without an ounce of fat on her stomach. There would be no need for shaving or waxing; her hair simply hadn’t started growing yet, and her triangle looked perfectly smooth and slightly pinkish. Her breasts had only just started blooming and were still quite small, I don’t think she had ever really needed a bra. The areolas were smallish as well, but the nipples weren’t; they stood out perky and firm. Her clavicles were pronounced yet delicate.

Instead of going further up to her face, my eyes turned around there and made the same journey back, slowly, taking all the time and attention in the world to enjoy the charming attributes on display for a second time. A rush of goose skin traveled from her shoulders to her belly and on to her thighs as my prying eyes devoured the view. She still looked awkward and embarrassed, but she didn’t attempt to dodge my eyes, only introducing a slight wiggle which made her look even more attractive.

When I had come back to her knees, I said in a conversational voice: “Now turn around.”

My tone hadn’t fooled her; she took it as the command that it was, and turned around. The second round of my visual inspection of her attributes focused on her back and her well-rounded ass. It was delicate, perky and firm, and both buttocks stood out like apples, ready to pick. I felt the desire to grab them, hold those lovely cheeks in both hands and squeeze hard, but I managed to suppress the urge. She was offering her body for my visual assessment; it would have ruined the moment to touch them now.

I had remained seated to enjoy the spectacle, but now I stood up and pointed her to the table. I didn’t need to express my wishes; she bent forward across the tabletop quite naturally, until her breast rested on it. I tapped the inside of her thigh ever so gently, and she spread her feet apart so her belly came down on the tabletop as well, leaving her ass protruding over the edge.

“Marcy. Fetch me the flogger. The red one. “

Marcy hurried to comply, and Emily flinched when she realized I was well acquainted with the available assortment of whipping equipment; but she didn’t comment for now. I enjoyed an even better view of her alluring bent-over buttocks for a minute before Marcy returned with the flogger. I took it from her, and weighed it in my hand. The handle felt cool and secure. I let the strings dangle in the air a bit. I had trained on this all week, and I was confident that I could handle it well on this delightful, unspoiled butt. Her chest went up and down with her heaving, her muscles twitched in anticipation.

My voice was soft yet resolute when I addressed her again: “Well, you heard Marcy. She would typically receive between ten and twenty lashes for this. But, I’m going to be lenient on you. After all, all this is entirely new to you; and also, because I think you are behaving very well, and I am very pleased with you so far. But you do understand that I can’t just waive away an offense like this completely, right? “

She nodded. She didn’t seem to be able to control her quivering anymore, and her breathing was fast and shallow. Maybe part of it was because I had said that I was pleased with her.

I added: “Don’t just nod. Say it out loud.”

“Yes…”

She swallowed again. I’m still not sure if she just wanted to please me then, in an attempt to gain some mercy, or if she expressed the actual state of her mind at the time when she added in a clear and unambiguous voice: “...Sir. “

Either way, it worked; I was indeed very pleased to hear her say that. I had dragged her along hard and fast, and I hadn’t really expected this clear, outspoken submission so soon. Of course it was just a word, but the implications were so enormous!

“So I will have mercy on you. I will deliver only six strokes, so you may learn your lesson and not fool me anymore in the future.”

She sucked in a gasp of air as she realized this was actually going to happen. I gave her another few seconds for that, then added: “Do you want to say something about that? “

She didn’t understand the question, puzzlement was just as clear in the expression of her body as if she had said: “Huh…?”

Marcy jumped in to clear it up: “Your Master has just been very lenient with you, Emily. He has decided to ease down on your flogging, and only administer a fraction of the customary punishment for such an offense. What do you feel for him?”

Marcy didn’t speak for a few seconds. Her breast was still heaving with her breathing, but otherwise the room was completely silent as she pondered the question. Then she realized both my benevolence and her own dependence, and found the only possible words she could speak now: “Thank you, Sir. “

Hearing her say that, with the flogger in my hand, about to apply punishment to her naked, undefended butt… it made a rush of adrenaline run through my veins. I moved into position, slightly by her side so my arm had an easy reach over her entire ass.