Whips her

Luke looks around the small hut for a something to use to punish his little redhead. His eyes are quickly drawn to a whip hanging on the wall by the door. He grabs it from the hook and inspects it. The handle is wood covered in thin lengths of leather. Thes a loop at the bottom large enough for his hand to fit through. From the other end has a dozen flat strips of leather coming out of it, each one about a half meter long. The leather is soft and supple, but Luke imagines that with the right motion the strips could cause quite a sting.

He makes a couple of practice motions through the air to get a feel for the whip. He looks up to see Jules squirming, almost excited to see the whip in his hand. Their eyes make contact for a second and she bites her lip. Luke is stopped in his tracks, "Is it punishment if you enjoy it my pet?"

"Yes sir" she says slightly out of breath. Here can feel her arousal beggin to heat up, get focus on him and the whip. In her mind she didn't lie though.

"Very good my pet, now not a noise please. We wouldn't want anyone getting curious" Here moves closer to her, her chest heaving as he lifts her chin. His hand stops to her side, tickling her a little as he softly kisses her lips. Her eyes close from the gentle touch. The kiss becomes more passionate until she bites his lip. Luke pulls back, his finger going to his lip and coming away a little bloody.

"You little..." In a small flash of anger he strikes her across a breast with the whip. Her mouth opens in surprise at the sudden strike, her body tenses then relaxes as her breast reddens. Her eyes meet his again, a fire burning in her eyes.

"Little what master?" She's being playful again, wanting more, needing to feel the leather against her skin. Luke can see her slit beginning to glisten again.

"No talking you dumb little whore" Luke strikes her again, this time deliberately on her other breast. This time it was softer because he was unsure if it was beyond her tolerance. She radiated disappointment both through her face and the ****. Luke frowned, trying to figure out this masochistic little pilot.

"Sir, have I said something to disappoint you?" She's concerned, it's clear. He almost laughs at the absurdity of it.

"No, not at all." Luke walks behind her. He tests the whip out along her back, each strike harder than the last. He feels for her limits and instead finds arousal. He looks at her back, the red stripes from the whip covering her freckled back. Through it all she was and obedient silent little pet, unable to be broken mentally. Still here was concerned he would hurt her so he decided to change his motion. This time, he swung the whip between her legs, aiming it so the tips would hit right at her clit.

"Ahhhhhh......" She lets slip. Her body tenses, her legs trying to close to protect her sensitive spots but the ropes hold firm. Luke smiles as he feels a spike in her arousal. She wasn't expecting that, but she enjoyed it. He hit her again between her legs, once more striking her on the clit. He's rewarded with a moan from her lips, her body pulling against the ropes. With the third strike, her his thrust forward, almost trying to hump the air. Each strike causes her pleasure to spike.

"I told you to be quiet, i have **** but to punish you some more" He moves in front of her, a smile on his face. Her head is down, her hair failing over her face. He can sense the exhaustion beginning to creep into get body language. He makes a mental note to finish his 'punishment' quickly. He grabs her hair and roughly lifts her head. "Do you understand my pet?"

"Yes sir" she responds, a smile on her face.

"Good" he steps back. He doesn't make eye contact with her, knowing he'd lose his nerve I'd he saw her face. He wasn't used to being this rough, but he could feel her desire.

Luke then spins the whip, inching it closer to her slit until it makes contact. It kisses along her soft flesh, each spin of the whip striking her in the same spot. Jule's eyes go wide as the whip teases her clit. Luke watches in satisfaction as the whip teases her, inching her closer to climax. Luke spins the whip faster. Her legs pulse back and forth as she pulls against the ropes. Her legs buckle, pulling in to save her clit from the torment. She bites her lip and get body begins to shake. Luke watches as she begins to release, her while body tensing as she's pushed over the edge. Luke stops whipping her clit and moves to get chest. He alternates between each breast, striking it hard, watching it bounce before moving to the next. He can feel that this prolongs her orgasm, her body releasing itself off its remaining energy. As she slumps against the ropes, Luke stops.

Quickly and efficiently he releases her legs from their ropes. He lifts her up so her arms have some relief. He calls his lightsaber to his hand and cuts the rope above her wrists. She slumps into his arms resting her head on his shoulder, her eyes fluttering in exhaustion. Despite all that there's a smile creeping across her face.