What does she have to say?

"Please, sir. No one's ever hit me before." I said.

No one had ever treated me like this. No one would have dared. I was Andrea O’Connor and everyone on campus knew it. My family was rich and I was beautiful. That might sound vain, but it’s the truth and no one knew it better than I. I was the one who always got what she wanted, whenever she wanted it. Money, boys, grades, whatever. If I couldn’t wheedle it out of Daddy, then a little pout, a teasing smile, maybe a glimpse of cleavage would do it. It had worked without fail until I took that course from Professor Zorn.

“You’re like most women who use their looks to get what they want.” he said to me now as I stood at the foot of his bed, my hands manacled to the footboard. “You know it’s wrong, but you do it anyhow. But inside you know that it’s a whore’s trick, and inside you’re afraid that’s what you are: just a whore.”

None of my tricks had worked with him and it drove me nuts. He was so cool, so distant, even though I knew he was looking at me in class and when I’d go to his office, I kept on failing his tests. That had never happened to me before. My Profs always let me slide since they knew how busy I was outside of class with cheer-leading and dating and everything.

So I started showing up in his office every day after class for help. I wore my cutest clothes, made sure I sat real close to him. Still nothing. I let my boobs ‘accidentally’ brush against his arm, or rubbed my butt across his crotch when I tried to squeeze by him. I practically waved it in his face and not so much as a smile. Not till the time he told me to show up at his house.

“For that reason you’re probably anorgasmic too.” he said now. “You probably don’t get much pleasure from sex because sex is all about power to you, and you have to stay in control, don’t you, Andrea? Besides, men are so weak and such fools. Why give them what they want when you can use them?”

I would never forget that morning I had gone over to his house. Without so much as a “hello” he had me strip, take off all my clothes. And I was so shocked I just did. Then he took me. He bent me over his sofa and fucked me like an animal, slapping my ass and calling me all sorts of horrible names. It was the best sex I’d ever had in my life, and for the first time I realized why people made such a big deal over it. And from that day two weeks ago till now, I was his to do with as he wished.

I felt his hand caressing my naked behind now as he spoke to me. I knew what was coming, and I wished he’d get it over with. I’d never been struck in my life, not until he spanked me during sex, and I was afraid of what it would feel like, and the sight of that horrible looking thing didn’t help any.

Then I heard the cat hiss through the air and land on my ass. It hadn’t been a hard blow; it didn’t hurt, but the shock of being hit made me cry out. He whipped me again and I kept quiet. This one was a bit harder and stung a little. Then another, and I felt my behind grow warm.

Then he started swinging the cat in circles, slapping my ass with it each revolution. These weren’t hard either, but again they generated heat, and hearing the leather smack against my ass was kind of exciting. I’ll bet none of my girlfriends had done anything like this.
He stopped and ran his rough hand up the inside of my thigh to my sex.
“You’re getting wet, Andrea.” he said. “You like this, don’t you?”
“No sir.” I said.

“Well, you soon will.”

The touch of his hand on me was exciting. I loved the way he touched me, so possessive, not scared and uncertain like the boys I went out with. He knew exactly what he was doing.

[I]Whack! Thwap! Slap![/I]

He started hitting me harder now, and it did hurt, just like when he had spanked me, but sharper, more electric, and the feeling of heat spread from my ass to my pussy. I was so helpless, I couldn’t have stopped him if I’d wanted to, and I loved that. I loved the fact that I couldn’t bat my eyelashes and have him apologize, or start pouting and make him stop. I could feel his passion in each stroke, his anger, and it felt so right. He was giving me exactly what I deserved.

“You are a little slut, aren’t you?” he asked me as he whipped my ass with broad, hard strokes now. “You’re a little slut and deserve to be punished. You like to be punished. You want it, don’t you Andrea?”

My ass, my pussy were both burning now and aching for him. “Yes! Yes!” I cried out. “I deserve it, Master! Beat me! Whip me!”

Again and again the lash came down on my quivering ass cheeks as I flexed and twisted to try and escape the pain, but nothing worked. He stayed with me, beating me until my ass actually began to throb and tears fell from my eyes.

Then he dropped the cat. In one motion he grabbed my hips and pulled me back, skewering my pussy on his hard cock and plunging deep inside.
“Oh yes, Master! Fuck me, please! I need you so bad!”

“BadLY” he corrected me as he buried himself to the root in my cunt. He was hard as iron and terribly big, and he stretched me out with delicious pain. Immediately he began to saw me back and forth on his big, rigid cock, using me like a piece of meat for his pleasure.

My tits swung back and forth and I groaned and sobbed, he felt so damned good inside me. Every time my behind smacked against his thighs it hurt but the pain just joined with the delicious sensations in my quim until I wanted to scream for joy.

I loved him. I loved the way he didn’t take shit from me. I loved the way he used me as a cunt for his pleasure. I loved the fact that he cared about me enough to beat me. I loved the feel of his big prick inside me.

“I’m coming you little tramp.” he said to me as he pulled my hair and squeezed my nipple. “I’m going to come in your cunt. I want you to take it all. Take it all, you hear me?”

“Yes Master! I will.” I gasped, so excited all I could do was whisper. “All of your come! Please give it to me, please!”

He pulled me back tight and kept me there as I felt his body go rigid, then I felt his deep-buried prick throb and knew he was blasting his hot semen into me, filling me with his come. My legs started shaking as I thought of how lewd I must look, bent over, taking his load like a bitch dog. It was too delicious, too good.

When he was done he untied my hands and lay down on his bed. He had me clean him off with my mouth, then said.

“There’s something you must do for me.”