Sir Nicholas is kind...

"I'm not going to bite you, Marisol" he said. Perhaps he saw how nervous I was, and he just wanted me to relax so he could catch me off guard. That went racing through my mind, along with my real name, Juanita, which I kept telling myself over and over. "I just want you to put on a little show for me. Take off all your clothes, and dance for me." He licked his lips and smiled at me.

I was a bit embarrassed from the punishment I had received. I was hoping no one would see me naked at least until I'd had a chance to heal. I looked at him, pleadingly.

"What is it, Marisol? Is something wrong?" Sir Nicholas asked. He sounded genuinely concerned. Maybe I could talk to him?

"Oh, Sir Nicholas. It's not that I don't want to take off my clothes for you." I sighed as my face flushed red. "I was punished before I came to you. I have red marks all over me from the whip. I'm kind of embarrassed for you to see my body like this."

Sir Nicholas laughed. "Oh, my dear Marisol. Is that all? Don't be ashamed or embarrassed. Just learn from the mistakes that got you punished in the first place. It's that simple, my dear. You're still beautiful, even f you do have whip marks all over you. Wear them proudly as a lesson learned. Now take off your clothes, and show me the marks, and tell me why you got whipped. Then you might feel comfortable enough to dance for me."

The dress was easy. All I had to do was slide it over my shoulders, and it fell to the floor around my feet.

Sir Nicholas held his hand up as a signal for me to stop. Then he motioned me with his finger to turn around in a circle. I did so slowly as he looked me over. "You have a wonderful body, my dear. Please continue."

Next I unhooked my bra, and slid it off, allowing it to fall on top of my dress. Sir Nicholas got up and inspected my whipped breasts closely. "Sit with me, Marisol" he said, taking me by the hand. "I'll soothe your breasts for you." He sat down and motioned for me to sit on his lap. He cupped my breast in his hands and started licking the welts. It did feel good, and it did give me some relief from the pain. I sighed as he continued to lick them.

"Ohhhh, Sir Nicholas, thank you!" I moaned. He was giving me pleasure with the pain and it felt wonderful. He licked them for a long time, then he began to suck them and it made me tingle. I could feel the heat rising in my pussy.

Sir Nicholas stopped. "Marisol" he said. "I want you as my new milk ****. You have the perfect breasts for it. I want to feed from you. Will you agree to that? If so, I can take you away from this place tonight. I promise you, I will never whip you."

He was so nice, and he seemed so concerned about me, but I wasn't sure. "This is all so sudden" I gasped. He stuck his hand down inside my panties and thrust his middle finger up inside my slick, wet cunt. "Aaauuuggghhh!" I moaned.

"The offer I give you my dear is genuine. Decide before I rescind it. And if you make me rescind it, I will have to punish you, but not with a whip."

My mind was reeling as he fingered me, waiting for me to answer. It just all sounded too good to be true.