Punish her failure

"Sorry, Emma. You tried, but that just wasn't good enough." You straddle the naked brunette and take hold of her wrists, tying them together in rope with a small loop between them. Ripping Emma’s shoes off and pulling her roughly to her feet, you drag the girl to a beam with a hook dangling from it and lift her up. “Get that loop on the hook,” you order before letting her go. Emma’s arms are held tightly as her feet just reach the floor, her heels remaining a couple inches in the air. You wrap a black cloth around her eyes, blinding her as you walk around her.

“I’m sorry, sir,” Emma murmurs as you stroke her tear stained cheek. You slowly circle Emma, allowing her to wait in anticipation of your next move. Teasing her, you give her ass a light pat then pause. You flick the clothespin on her bruised clit pause again. You run your finger across her lips. As Emma trembles in fear, you grab hold of the line of clothespins remaining on her right breast and give them a pull. Emma shrieks in pain as she raises both knees up. Her body swings on the hook as her breathing becomes ragged.

You step back and take a seat to watch Emma for a few minutes as her chest recovers. Deep breaths make her marked up tits rise and fall. Her long calves strain as she takes the tension off her arms for a few seconds then sink back down. You chuckle to yourself as you watch her flinch when she hears the slightest sound, not knowing if it’s you approaching.

Taking off your shoes, you pick up a cane and sneak up on the helpless starlet. The cane hisses through the air before cracking across Emma’s ass, her entire body arching away from the stinging blow.

“You’re going to count every blow I give you, and you’re going to thank me. We’ll count to ten, but if you miss one, even if you hesitate, I start over. And that first one, it doesn’t count.

“Awww! One, thank you, sir!” she shouts as you crack her across the ass again.

“T-t-two, thank you, sir!” she stammers as you strike between her shoulder blades.

You step in front and whip hard across her chest, the cane landing across the valley between her breasts. “Owwww! Three! Three, sir. Thank you, sir.”

“Four, thank you sir.”
“Five, thank you sir,” Emma whimpers as stripes form across her belly and the small of her back.

For six, you have a special treat. First you stand behind her and swing the rod just past her arms, laughing as Emma jumps at the sound of the cane whizzing by. You then stand in front of her and carefully take aim. The thin rod whips down across Emma’s dark bush, hitting her clit with enough **** to rip the clothespin off. Tremors wrack her body before she yells out, “Fuuuuuck!”

“Sorry Emma, I didn’t hear what number that was. We’ll have to start over.”

Emma’s body hangs limp, the rope cutting into her wrists holding her up as you strike her back, her ass, and her hip. Just as she regains composure and holds her self on her feet, you whack the back of her knee, sending her swinging. Emma howls as you catch her nipple, but counts as the areola starts to bruise. You are impressed by Emma’s resolve as she takes a deep breath and stands firm as you strike her inner thigh, her ribs, her other knee, and her back. One more swat across both breasts almost sends Emma reeling, but she stands her ground. “Ten, thank you, sir,” she whispers as her head collapses.