Take me downstairs for a punishment

Tom pauses for a moment, a devious smile covering his face. “Look, I appreciate you finally... coming around to everything and not giving me any more trouble back there, but you did still give me a hell of a lot of trouble earlier.” He runs his fingers under my jaw, turning my head to look more directly at him. “And, unfortunately for you, that means I’m gonna have to punish you.” Oh fuck. I dig my fingers into my palms, worried about what he’s planning to do to me.

“What- What does that mean, exactly?”

“Don’t worry about that just yet. Just follow me.” Tom pulls his arm back and puts his hand in the middle of my back, guiding me to a closed door. I follow him, not wanting to make what I’ve already brought upon myself any worse. He opens the door, revealing a staircase that he then leads me down. The staircase leads to another door, which he also opens. My eyes go wide at the sight of the room.

It looks like a **** chamber or sex dungeon. Whips, paddles, ropes, strings, and various types of handcuffs cover one wall on mounts in lines. A bed rests in the corner, a pair of police-style handcuffs on one of the bedposts, hanging next to a pillar of notches in the wood. Near that is what looks like a modified dentist chair, with bondage cuffs extending from both of the arm rests. A weird, thin, black table sits over on the other side of the room. Two pairs of bondage cuffs stick out from one of the walls, between two of the mounts, with five or so feet between them.

I fight to ignore the rest of the room, not wanting to stress myself out further. My heart pounds against my ribcage, as wave after wave of anxiety crashes over me. “Great, isn’t it? Took me a few months to get everything perfect, but I think I’ve finally gotten everything sorted out just right.” I don’t respond, completely unable to think of anything to say.

“Come on, follow me.” Tom leads me over to the strange, black table. “Stay here for me.” I do what he said, not wanting to cause any more trouble and not knowing where I would go, anyway. I watch Tom head over to one of the wall mounts and grab three pairs of handcuffs, two pairs of regular, metal handcuffs and one pair of buckled bondage cuffs. A knot grows in my stomach as he gets closer to me.

Tom puts the cuffs down on the table and, without saying a word, takes my shirt and bra off. As much as I want to, I don’t fight him, knowing that I’m already on thin enough ice as it is. He looks me over for a moment, smirking all the while, before speaking up again. “Alright. Now, lay down-” he points over to the table “-on your stomach.” I do what he asks, still apprehensive about the whole situation, and rest my cheek on the table underneath me. The leather of the table feels cold against my bare skin, causing me to shiver and stiffening my nipples.

I feel Tom’s hand on my back for a moment, before he comes into view and closes one of my hands in the bondage cuffs. He pulls the chain under a bar under the table, before cuffing my other hand, effectively stretching my arms out as far as they’ll go without dislocating. I shift my shoulders some, trying to make the unnatural position any more comfortable for myself. Nothing.

After a moment of just standing in front of me, likely admiring his ‘handiwork’, Tom heads around behind me and tugs my legs down so my feet touch the floor. He clasps the pairs of normal handcuffs onto my ankles and then onto two different bars under the table. I fight the urge to struggle against the restraints, knowing that that’s exactly what he wants me to do.

“What are you planning on doing to me, exactly,” I ask, trying to keep myself calm. Tom comes up beside me and puts his hand on my back again, tracing up and down my spine with his fingers.

“That’s a great question.” He pauses for a moment to grab one of the whips off of the wall, still running his hand across my back. “You were a real pain in my ass earlier and even though you gave in eventually, you can’t just expect me to let that slide, can you? So, I’m going to whip you. And I’m gonna do it hard, too.” I clench my jaw, as fear courses through me. “Aw, don’t worry. It’ll all be over soon.”

Tom walks back behind me, running his hand along my back the whole way. He doesn’t do anything for a moment, shooting more anxiety through me. I start breathing harder and my heart rate speeds up, the anticipation of the whole thing sending me further into panic. A heavy silence hangs in the room, leaving me completely helpless and afraid.

After a few seconds, I hear Tom moving something behind me. I squeeze my eyes shut, waiting for something to happen. Thwack! The sound of the whip cuts through the air, filling my ears. Pain shoots through my back. My muscles clench, my fingers dig into my palms, and I unintentionally swear at him. Oh. Oh fuck. I tense up for more strikes, but none come. Is that good or bad?

“Shit.” I listen to Tom taking off his belt, anxiety building more and more in my chest. My feelings of helplessness grow as he walks closer to me. “Open your mouth.” No. Not again. Fuck. I do what he told me to, trying to avoid pissing him off again. He puts his folded up belt in my mouth and I bite down on it, not wanting to stir up any more trouble for myself. “That’s better.”

He heads back behind me and pauses for another few seconds, when- Thwack! The whip connects with my back again, sending an even sharper pain through me. I bite down on the belt, my voice still managing to cut, incomprehensibly, through the leather. Without thinking, I pull at the cuffs around my wrists, the pain flooding through me overriding my brain. My breath hisses through the gaps between my teeth and the belt and I feel my chest heaving against the table underneath me.

After a moment, my breathing calms down and I feel my body relax, though my back still stings where the whip had hit me. As soon as I feel myself starting to calm down, I look back to see Tom winding up to strike me again. I squeeze my eyes shut and bite down harder on the belt, my heart beating hard in my chest, trying to brace myself for the incoming blow.

Thwack! I reflexively gasp at the feeling, though this blow didn't hurt quite as bad as the last two. Whether that was because he was easing up or I’m just getting numb to it, I don’t know. The end of the whip digging into my back still stings and I dig my fingers into my palms to try and counteract it.

Without giving me any time to recover or reorient myself, Tom brings the whip back down on me, hard, five times in a row. The speed of the repeated blows, mixed with roughly the same spot on my back being hit multiple times, makes every repeating blow hurt worse than any of the others before. Shockwaves of pain shoot through me, causing my entire body to tense up and my eyes to go wide. My body jerks forward, with my chin landing on the edge of the table, leaving my gaze turned down to the floor.

I cry into Tom’s belt, still in my mouth, keeping it firmly between my teeth. Tears trail down my cheeks, making a wet spot on the floor. Heat floods through my body, a lot of it resting in my face. Emotion floods through me and I feel myself starting to hyperventilate, but I hold it back, not wanting to lose anymore of my dignity than I already have. My eyes stay fixed on the puddle on the floor in an attempt to ignore Tom and any joy he might be getting out of what he’s done to me.

As soon as I feel that an uncomfortable amount of time without any more whipping has passed, I reflexively tense up, getting ready for another strike. After a few seconds pass without anything happening, I look back to see Tom looking at my back, pleased with himself. Without saying a word, he gets closer to me, uncuffs me from the table, and takes his belt out of my mouth.

“Get up.” I slowly push myself up, turn to face him, and sit up, with my legs hanging over the side of the table. I look up at him, trying to keep the fear off of my face. “All the way.” Silently, I get up, forcing my way through the pain shooting from my back. Tom puts his hand under my chin, looking me over for a moment.

“Now, are you gonna start listening to me, or are we going to have some more problems?”