Training

With most girls, I might have satisfied myself by playing with their bodies before beginning their training, but I knew how tough and spirited Cassie was. The safe thing to do was to start her training right away.

As my captive slowly became aware of her environment, I walked over to the wall behind her. This wall was lined with shelves that were filled with toys and tools meant for bringing pleasure, pain, and everything in between. I grasped the handle of a large, flat wooden paddle and lifted it up for inspection. I ran my hand over the smooth grain, and watched the light reflect and shine off of its well-polished surface. I decided this would indeed be a good way to start.

“What the fuck!?” I turned and smiled as I saw my new student squirming and wiggling in the air as she began to struggle with her bonds. “What the hell is going on here!?”, she shouted as she turned her head left and right, trying to determine where she was. I was careful to remain quiet and out of her line of sight as I watched her struggling and thrashing intensify. Her strong, athletic muscles, barely hidden beneath her deceptively soft feminine form, strained and flexed against her bonds with all their might, but the rope was strong and I had done my work well. She wasn’t going anywhere. After several minutes of struggling, during which she unwittingly gave me quite a show and built up a thin sheen of sweat, she realized she was trapped and ceased her efforts. After another minute or so, which I imagine she spent assessing her situation and swallowing her pride, she finally called out, “Help! Heeeeeeeelp!! Is anyone here!? Hello!? Damn-it!! Somebody answer me!!!”

“First lesson,” I said, in a calm and even tone, which caused her head to snap to the side and strain to see me as I approached her from behind. “You do not speak unless spoken to, or are otherwise given permission.”

“Who the fuck are you!?” she cried. “Get me down from here. NOW!!”

I smirked. “I said…”

“I don’t give a fuck what you say! Get me down or I swear I will…” Cassie halted her threat as I lifted the paddle into a striking position, bringing it clearly into view. The pause was brief. “If you even THINK about touching me with that thing AAAHHHH!!!” She cried out as I brought the paddle hard and fast against her tight little ass. Every muscle in her body tensed as the paddle struck her, and **** the ropes climbing up her backside to dig deeper into her ass cheeks. The **** of the blow also thrust her forward abruptly, pulling the rope taught as it strained to hold her. It rubbed her skin harshly as it stretched and slid ever so slightly, and squeezed her tightly all over. Her swinging breasts, already squeezed uncomfortably tight, felt the pressure the most, but the knots around her crotch, which much of her body weight rested on, also made themselves quite well known. She remained still and silent for a moment as her body trembled and recovered from the shock of the unexpected, full-body ****. “BITCH!!” she cried as she found her voice once more.

I brought the paddle down again, but she was ready this time and grit her teeth to bare it. “I’ll fucking kill you, you psychotic AH! Fucking whore OW! You’re dead UGH!” I brought the paddle down again and again as strings of obscenities and threats flowed from Cassie’s mouth between each swat. I admired her slender, athletic body as it shook just a little more with each blow I landed. The thin sheen of sweet that she had built up before was growing thicker by the second, allowing the overhead lights to shine on her curves, highlighting them as they twisted and turned to the full extent their bonds would allow. Her taught little ass began to glow a faint red that grew brighter over time as I continued to **** the soft flesh. The growing flush on my girl’s backside created a sharp contrast to her otherwise pale skin. I felt as though I was painting a beautiful piece of art on the canvas that was my bitch.

After several minutes of uninterrupted paddling, I had begun to sweat almost as much as Cassie, and I began to fear that my aching arms would tire before she did. Fortunately, just as I started to feel like I could no longer lift the paddle, which seemed much heavier now than when I picked it up, my student’s shouting faded to a deep, dark mumbling, before finally ceasing completely. After a few more good strikes to get my message across I finally halted my attack. I waited a moment longer with my weapon at the ready should she take the opportunity to begin her tirade again, but she remained blissfully silent. With a soft sigh of release, I lowered my arms and set the paddle down at my feet.

After taking a moment to catch my breath, I walked around in front of my captive to address her face to face. She turned her head and looked away as I faced her. Her pretty face was almost as bright red as her beaten ass, flushed with a mixture of rage and shame. I reached out to cup her check gently and turn her towards me, but she jerked away from my touch and turned the other way. Not to be denied, I grabbed a handful of her short dark hair behind her head, and yanked it into position, forcing her to face me. Her eyes still looked away from me as best they good, never meeting my gaze, but I could see now that her beautiful eyes were shining with unshed tears. With all her might she held them in, refusing to give me the satisfaction of a single drop. She was still determined to defy me however she could, but that was ok. I’d gotten what I wanted…the first step had been taken. “Good girl.”

I left her hanging there in my basement without another word, so that we could both get some rest. We were going to need it in the morning when I returned to her for lesson two.