Tom, Anna's Master, sighed internally as he watched her move when the tenth slash landed on her ass. They had only been together for a relatively short time and he was taking his time in training her. This was, after all, in his opinion, lifelong training. He was training her to please him and he was training her for life. He had taken his time in choosing her, and he was not about to destroy what he had built.
At times she would look up at him beseechingly, begging him to move faster, begging him to take her deeper. And he always refused. Right now he had confirmation that he had made the right decision.
He held the leather strap in his right hand, feeling its weight. It was a heavy leather strap, four inches across and made an impressive sound as he wielded it. But he had not yet allowed Anna to feel its full force. Anna was willing, pleasingly so, but she was fresh to this world.
Thoughtfully he looked down at her, his voice careful and deliberate as he told her that she was to be punished for her disobedience. The lesson he was working on with Anna was that she was not, under any circumstance, to move while in the "down" position. The position he had trained her to adopt when he was beating her.
That was why he was still taking it so easy when striking her. He was showing her how to take the pain and work through it so that she could stay in position. Work through the pain until it became something she craved. And already he saw it in her eyes, feel it in her body. She craved the pain he gave her.
But today she had moved.
And she must be punished, because without punishment, she would soon learn that it was ok to disobey him when she felt like it. And it was most definitely not ok.
Dragging his nails over the welts rising on her pale ass cheeks Tom waited.
Anna cringed as she felt his nails cut into the painful stripes on her ass. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, working through it as he had shown her. Relishing the pain, feeling it move, change. No longer pain but now something else. Something warm and comforting, something that aroused and excited her.
Taking a deep breath Anna spoke, "Please Master, may I have three strokes with the cane?"
Tom was taken aback at this request. Anna was asking for something that they both knew she not only hated, but feared. He had only ever used the cane on her once before and three strokes had left her almost incoherent. And now she was requesting it.
He moved to sit on the bed by her head, "Look at me Anna." Her head moved and her blue eyes fixed on his brown ones. "I know why you are asking for this. And believe me I am pleased by your request. But I am not going to use it on you as a punishment. Not this time." Anna's body sagged with relief. She had requested it for precisely the reason her Master had surmised; to demonstrate her abject apology and to please him; but, she had at the same time known it would be almost beyond her ability to receive.
She felt the mattress rise as her Master stood. His hand caressed her ass slowly. She resisted the urge to press her ass into his hand. She stayed still.
"Good cunt," Tom spoke in a deep, low voice, "I want you to get up and get dressed." He turned and walked from the room. The erection that had grown as he beat her subsiding slowly. Without turning he left the room, knowing that being told to dress and being out of his presence was punishment enough for now. Particularly as he knew that Anna was more than aware of his erection and that she craved his cock after being given any amount of pain. He smiled ruefully to himself as he remembered her wet cunt. A cunt he had been watching closely as he brought the leather strap onto her ass cheeks. She had such a pretty pussy. And watching it while she grew increasingly excited and soaked, added to the pleasure he derived from beating her, had resulted in an erection he had looked forward to using on her.
Anna sank onto the bed as the door closed behind Tom. Hot tears of frustration filled her eyes and she mentally berated herself for being the most stupid cunt to ever walk this earth. She loved the pain her Master gave her, it excited her, aroused her. But what made her even wetter was the knowledge that when Tom gave her pain of any kind it aroused him. She knew from sweet experience that the more pain she took from his hand the harder his cock grew.
Obediently she got up from the bed and pulled on her clothes. Her lace white bra encasing her small breasts. The lace scratching her tender, swollen nipples. The soft material of her dress sliding easily over her head and falling to mid calf. Anna did not put on any panties. Tom did not permit them. Her tears blurred her vision as she sat on the edge of the bed. She welcomed the slight pain sitting gave her. She deserved it. Pain from his hand was wonderful, yet pain from other sources was still something she avoided.
She loved the pain he gave her. Just as he loved giving it to her. It excited and aroused them equally, her wet cunt testament to that right at this moment. Just as she knew his cock was throbbing in his jeans.
And right now, if she had behaved, she should be using her mouth and tongue to pleasure him. But she had displeased him. And his control, his mastery of her, was such that he knew denying his own pleasure was one of the worst punishments he could inflict on her.
Even more than the dreaded cane.
Anna shuddered as she thought of the first time her Master had introduced her to the cane. He had smiled sweetly at her as he showed her how pliable the thin rattan cane was. She watched as he held it in one hand and using the other bent it almost to the point of breaking. She remembered how he had whipped it through the air, making it scream and whistle as he explained to her that its diameter had been carefully chosen so that it would wrap lovingly around her curves as it landed on her flesh.
He had explained in great detail how it was essential that a Master become expert with the cane before using it on his property; how if it was wielded incorrectly it would not only bite but rip, splitting the skin and leaving thin bloody welts which when healed would leave visible scars.
He had told her how he loved her pale skin and how he had plans to mark it; someday in a permanent way; but that for now all marks would be temporary and would fade to leave no trace.
The play room had a hook in the ceiling; and that day Tom had carefully cuffed Anna's wrists in the leather cuffs, attaching them to each other as he had done many times before. He had taken a length of white rope and used it to attach Anna's cuffs to the hook. She had been allowed to stand flat on the ground. Naked, with only the leather collar and cuffs, Anna had been very excited.
The aroma of her arousal had filled the room. Tom had been dressed in black. He had walked around her as she stood in the middle of the room. She remembered how he had looked her over as through apprising her. How he had paused from time to time looking more closely at some part of her body. He had paid great attention to her nipples, feathering them, watching them engorge and lengthen. He had even used his tongue on them, each in turn and chuckled as she shuddered and moaned.
At one point he had ordered her to spread her legs and had leant down to look at her swollen pussy lips. He had mocked her arousal, teasing her, driving her to great heights of excitement. His breath, hot on her cunt lips, causing her to gush juices while he watched. Her inner thighs slick with her wetness.
Each action designed to make her so excited that she would welcome the pain the cane was about to inflict. And it had seemed to work. When Tom had used the cane to caress her body, she had become so aroused that she was instantly on the edge of orgasm. He had denied her permission; probing her pussy with his fingers to feel her trembles.
Her restraint had impressed him. She was new to training and orgasm control was something he knew took time. That day she had managed to stop her orgasm and now; after a lot of training; she was now at the stage where she could not come without his permission. A result he had worked long and hard to achieve.
He had worked hard to bring her to the point of orgasm, wanting this first taste of the cane to be both exquisite and memorable. He smiled into her eyes, seeing how she was already slightly out of her mind with need. He had driven her further. Sliding a finger up and down her wet slit as she stood suspended. Whispered in her ear, his breath hot on her earlobe, told her that she was his cunt, his slut, his fucktoy. He had nipped her earlobe between his teeth and grinned wolfishly as she mewed her need in response.
The cane whistled as he slashed it through the air around her body. His eyes running over her, checking that her arms and hands were the right colour, that she was not in danger of any harm. Satisfied that the only pain she would be in would be that he chose to give her he had run the tip of the cane around each nipple in turn.
Her rose pink nipples were already a deeper shade of pink, engorged with arousal. But the touch of the cane made them grow even longer. That was one of the many things Tom found enticing about Anna. Her nipples.
Though small breasted she was blessed with large nipples. Nipples that were exceptionally sensitive, that amazed Tom when he teased and tormented them to their full length. The touch of the rattan cane on her nipples had caused Anna to dance on her tip toes as she both loved and hated the sensations. She remembered how she had almost begged him to stop teasing her nipples; how they had become so sensitive she could hardly bear even the lightest of touches.
The tip of the cane had, eventually, moved from her nipples. Travelling down her body it had come to rest on the bud of her clitty. Tom had carefully used the tip of the cane to circle and flick her clitty until she had begged for mercy. She had cried and begged for permission to come and had been rewarded with the instructions that as soon as the first blow landed on her ass she was to come for her Master. She had sobbed her thanks and stood, holding her breath, waiting for the first blow.
When it landed the searing heat was absorbed by her screaming orgasm. Anna had screamed herself hoarse as she came for her Master. The welt of rising skin unnoticed at first as she had spasmed and shuddered through the wave after wave of orgasm. An orgasm that rocked her to her core. An orgasm that had been building for what felt like hours.
Then as she calmed the pain from the slash hit her with a jolt. She felt it in every part of her body. The white heat grew and spread. Shock filled her mind and she only just managed to scream out the count and thanks that her Master required. She rose onto her tip toes, trying to escape the overwhelming pain. She had been beaten before; Tom had used many different implements on her. Each new toy and tool a discovery for Anna. Each one different in effect and use. Some she adored and craved more than others. But this; this was different. This was vicious in a way Anna could hardly comprehend.
Whirling on her tip toes Anna tried to understand what this meant. Just as she was starting to feel a slight easing the second blow landed.
A scream came from Anna that startled her. She was floating, out of her body, outside of her tortured flesh. The heat like a flame held directly onto her skin. She danced and jerked against her restraints as she screamed her pain. Tears streaming down her cheeks she gasped her thanks and the count.
Then the third strike and this was one too many. Anna lost her mind, lost her control, screaming mindlessly in pain. Unable to count she looked mindlessly at Tom. Her eyes almost spinning in their socket.
Taking her into his arms Tom carefully loosened the restraint and laid her on her stomach on the bed. He knew he had not struck her too hard, knew he had been careful of her. He held her in his arms, draping a sheet over her naked body to keep her warm. He whispered words into her ear until she was coherent enough to answer. She sipped on the water he gave her as he held her.
That was the last time Tom had used the cane on Anna. The next day she had sported impressive bruises but no other marks. Her Master had, indeed, used the cane properly. It just seemed that the pain it gave was one she could not yet take. And that day she had developed a fear of the cane that was almost irrational.
It was also the day she had developed an even deeper trust of her Master. The care he had taken of her had shown her that he would never let harm come to her. She truly trusted him with her life.
Sitting quietly on the edge of the bed reflecting over this memory Anna felt her determination to please her Master grow even stronger. She would do anything for him, would willingly take anything he wanted to give her. She would even ask if he would use the cane on her again, knowing how much he enjoyed using it. She wanted to be everything he needed.
"Anna!" Tom's voice came through the closed door, summoning her to him. Eagerly she jumped to her feet and ran to him. She sank to her knees before him and looked up into his eyes.
"You have been disobedient, Anna, and you have displeased me." His words bringing tears to her bright blue eyes, her heart clenching as she heard the disappointment in his voice. "But your choice of punishment shows me that you are sorry." Anna nodded vehemently, wanting to show her sorrow and need to make amends.
"Strip cunt!" His order barked at her. Wordlessly she rose and pulled the dress over her head, dropping it at her feet. With trembling hands she reached behind herself to unfasten her bra and discard it alongside her dress.
Pointing to the middle of the floor Tom ordered her to kneel. "You are to stay upright, you are not to sit in your kneel. Put your hands on your head and do not move!" The last three words emphasised. Anna obeyed without thought.
Immediately kneeling on the hard, wooden floor with her hands on her head. Her body naked and displayed for him. He smiled at her. "This is for your own good cunt." Anna's lips trembled as she smiled at him. She wanted so much to make amends and would kneel immobile for as long as he chose.
Tom settled back into his chair. He lifted a book and began to read. He had to re-read the same paragraph three times before it made sense. Punishing her hurt him as much as it hurt her. But he couldn't let her see that. And he had to do it. He knew Anna would become a good slave cunt but she needed more time and much more work. And she was worth it.
He continued to read, watching her over the top of the book. Seeing how proudly she carried out his orders. Taking pride in her obedience and pride. Anna felt an itch on her left shoulder, felt it tingle and demand her attention. She fought the need to reach her arm up and ease it.
Watching her struggle, seeing how she was fighting her urge to move Tom smiled to himself. She was so beautiful; the sight of her nakedness aroused him once more. He shifted his position as his cock started to swell once more.
"Come here cunt," he murmured as he eased the zip of his jeans down, "I have something I want you to do."
Crawling towards her Master on her hands and knees Anna smiled at him, the tip of her tongue moistening her plump lips.
At times she would look up at him beseechingly, begging him to move faster, begging him to take her deeper. And he always refused. Right now he had confirmation that he had made the right decision.
He held the leather strap in his right hand, feeling its weight. It was a heavy leather strap, four inches across and made an impressive sound as he wielded it. But he had not yet allowed Anna to feel its full force. Anna was willing, pleasingly so, but she was fresh to this world.
Thoughtfully he looked down at her, his voice careful and deliberate as he told her that she was to be punished for her disobedience. The lesson he was working on with Anna was that she was not, under any circumstance, to move while in the "down" position. The position he had trained her to adopt when he was beating her.
That was why he was still taking it so easy when striking her. He was showing her how to take the pain and work through it so that she could stay in position. Work through the pain until it became something she craved. And already he saw it in her eyes, feel it in her body. She craved the pain he gave her.
But today she had moved.
And she must be punished, because without punishment, she would soon learn that it was ok to disobey him when she felt like it. And it was most definitely not ok.
Dragging his nails over the welts rising on her pale ass cheeks Tom waited.
Anna cringed as she felt his nails cut into the painful stripes on her ass. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, working through it as he had shown her. Relishing the pain, feeling it move, change. No longer pain but now something else. Something warm and comforting, something that aroused and excited her.
Taking a deep breath Anna spoke, "Please Master, may I have three strokes with the cane?"
Tom was taken aback at this request. Anna was asking for something that they both knew she not only hated, but feared. He had only ever used the cane on her once before and three strokes had left her almost incoherent. And now she was requesting it.
He moved to sit on the bed by her head, "Look at me Anna." Her head moved and her blue eyes fixed on his brown ones. "I know why you are asking for this. And believe me I am pleased by your request. But I am not going to use it on you as a punishment. Not this time." Anna's body sagged with relief. She had requested it for precisely the reason her Master had surmised; to demonstrate her abject apology and to please him; but, she had at the same time known it would be almost beyond her ability to receive.
She felt the mattress rise as her Master stood. His hand caressed her ass slowly. She resisted the urge to press her ass into his hand. She stayed still.
"Good cunt," Tom spoke in a deep, low voice, "I want you to get up and get dressed." He turned and walked from the room. The erection that had grown as he beat her subsiding slowly. Without turning he left the room, knowing that being told to dress and being out of his presence was punishment enough for now. Particularly as he knew that Anna was more than aware of his erection and that she craved his cock after being given any amount of pain. He smiled ruefully to himself as he remembered her wet cunt. A cunt he had been watching closely as he brought the leather strap onto her ass cheeks. She had such a pretty pussy. And watching it while she grew increasingly excited and soaked, added to the pleasure he derived from beating her, had resulted in an erection he had looked forward to using on her.
Anna sank onto the bed as the door closed behind Tom. Hot tears of frustration filled her eyes and she mentally berated herself for being the most stupid cunt to ever walk this earth. She loved the pain her Master gave her, it excited her, aroused her. But what made her even wetter was the knowledge that when Tom gave her pain of any kind it aroused him. She knew from sweet experience that the more pain she took from his hand the harder his cock grew.
Obediently she got up from the bed and pulled on her clothes. Her lace white bra encasing her small breasts. The lace scratching her tender, swollen nipples. The soft material of her dress sliding easily over her head and falling to mid calf. Anna did not put on any panties. Tom did not permit them. Her tears blurred her vision as she sat on the edge of the bed. She welcomed the slight pain sitting gave her. She deserved it. Pain from his hand was wonderful, yet pain from other sources was still something she avoided.
She loved the pain he gave her. Just as he loved giving it to her. It excited and aroused them equally, her wet cunt testament to that right at this moment. Just as she knew his cock was throbbing in his jeans.
And right now, if she had behaved, she should be using her mouth and tongue to pleasure him. But she had displeased him. And his control, his mastery of her, was such that he knew denying his own pleasure was one of the worst punishments he could inflict on her.
Even more than the dreaded cane.
Anna shuddered as she thought of the first time her Master had introduced her to the cane. He had smiled sweetly at her as he showed her how pliable the thin rattan cane was. She watched as he held it in one hand and using the other bent it almost to the point of breaking. She remembered how he had whipped it through the air, making it scream and whistle as he explained to her that its diameter had been carefully chosen so that it would wrap lovingly around her curves as it landed on her flesh.
He had explained in great detail how it was essential that a Master become expert with the cane before using it on his property; how if it was wielded incorrectly it would not only bite but rip, splitting the skin and leaving thin bloody welts which when healed would leave visible scars.
He had told her how he loved her pale skin and how he had plans to mark it; someday in a permanent way; but that for now all marks would be temporary and would fade to leave no trace.
The play room had a hook in the ceiling; and that day Tom had carefully cuffed Anna's wrists in the leather cuffs, attaching them to each other as he had done many times before. He had taken a length of white rope and used it to attach Anna's cuffs to the hook. She had been allowed to stand flat on the ground. Naked, with only the leather collar and cuffs, Anna had been very excited.
The aroma of her arousal had filled the room. Tom had been dressed in black. He had walked around her as she stood in the middle of the room. She remembered how he had looked her over as through apprising her. How he had paused from time to time looking more closely at some part of her body. He had paid great attention to her nipples, feathering them, watching them engorge and lengthen. He had even used his tongue on them, each in turn and chuckled as she shuddered and moaned.
At one point he had ordered her to spread her legs and had leant down to look at her swollen pussy lips. He had mocked her arousal, teasing her, driving her to great heights of excitement. His breath, hot on her cunt lips, causing her to gush juices while he watched. Her inner thighs slick with her wetness.
Each action designed to make her so excited that she would welcome the pain the cane was about to inflict. And it had seemed to work. When Tom had used the cane to caress her body, she had become so aroused that she was instantly on the edge of orgasm. He had denied her permission; probing her pussy with his fingers to feel her trembles.
Her restraint had impressed him. She was new to training and orgasm control was something he knew took time. That day she had managed to stop her orgasm and now; after a lot of training; she was now at the stage where she could not come without his permission. A result he had worked long and hard to achieve.
He had worked hard to bring her to the point of orgasm, wanting this first taste of the cane to be both exquisite and memorable. He smiled into her eyes, seeing how she was already slightly out of her mind with need. He had driven her further. Sliding a finger up and down her wet slit as she stood suspended. Whispered in her ear, his breath hot on her earlobe, told her that she was his cunt, his slut, his fucktoy. He had nipped her earlobe between his teeth and grinned wolfishly as she mewed her need in response.
The cane whistled as he slashed it through the air around her body. His eyes running over her, checking that her arms and hands were the right colour, that she was not in danger of any harm. Satisfied that the only pain she would be in would be that he chose to give her he had run the tip of the cane around each nipple in turn.
Her rose pink nipples were already a deeper shade of pink, engorged with arousal. But the touch of the cane made them grow even longer. That was one of the many things Tom found enticing about Anna. Her nipples.
Though small breasted she was blessed with large nipples. Nipples that were exceptionally sensitive, that amazed Tom when he teased and tormented them to their full length. The touch of the rattan cane on her nipples had caused Anna to dance on her tip toes as she both loved and hated the sensations. She remembered how she had almost begged him to stop teasing her nipples; how they had become so sensitive she could hardly bear even the lightest of touches.
The tip of the cane had, eventually, moved from her nipples. Travelling down her body it had come to rest on the bud of her clitty. Tom had carefully used the tip of the cane to circle and flick her clitty until she had begged for mercy. She had cried and begged for permission to come and had been rewarded with the instructions that as soon as the first blow landed on her ass she was to come for her Master. She had sobbed her thanks and stood, holding her breath, waiting for the first blow.
When it landed the searing heat was absorbed by her screaming orgasm. Anna had screamed herself hoarse as she came for her Master. The welt of rising skin unnoticed at first as she had spasmed and shuddered through the wave after wave of orgasm. An orgasm that rocked her to her core. An orgasm that had been building for what felt like hours.
Then as she calmed the pain from the slash hit her with a jolt. She felt it in every part of her body. The white heat grew and spread. Shock filled her mind and she only just managed to scream out the count and thanks that her Master required. She rose onto her tip toes, trying to escape the overwhelming pain. She had been beaten before; Tom had used many different implements on her. Each new toy and tool a discovery for Anna. Each one different in effect and use. Some she adored and craved more than others. But this; this was different. This was vicious in a way Anna could hardly comprehend.
Whirling on her tip toes Anna tried to understand what this meant. Just as she was starting to feel a slight easing the second blow landed.
A scream came from Anna that startled her. She was floating, out of her body, outside of her tortured flesh. The heat like a flame held directly onto her skin. She danced and jerked against her restraints as she screamed her pain. Tears streaming down her cheeks she gasped her thanks and the count.
Then the third strike and this was one too many. Anna lost her mind, lost her control, screaming mindlessly in pain. Unable to count she looked mindlessly at Tom. Her eyes almost spinning in their socket.
Taking her into his arms Tom carefully loosened the restraint and laid her on her stomach on the bed. He knew he had not struck her too hard, knew he had been careful of her. He held her in his arms, draping a sheet over her naked body to keep her warm. He whispered words into her ear until she was coherent enough to answer. She sipped on the water he gave her as he held her.
That was the last time Tom had used the cane on Anna. The next day she had sported impressive bruises but no other marks. Her Master had, indeed, used the cane properly. It just seemed that the pain it gave was one she could not yet take. And that day she had developed a fear of the cane that was almost irrational.
It was also the day she had developed an even deeper trust of her Master. The care he had taken of her had shown her that he would never let harm come to her. She truly trusted him with her life.
Sitting quietly on the edge of the bed reflecting over this memory Anna felt her determination to please her Master grow even stronger. She would do anything for him, would willingly take anything he wanted to give her. She would even ask if he would use the cane on her again, knowing how much he enjoyed using it. She wanted to be everything he needed.
"Anna!" Tom's voice came through the closed door, summoning her to him. Eagerly she jumped to her feet and ran to him. She sank to her knees before him and looked up into his eyes.
"You have been disobedient, Anna, and you have displeased me." His words bringing tears to her bright blue eyes, her heart clenching as she heard the disappointment in his voice. "But your choice of punishment shows me that you are sorry." Anna nodded vehemently, wanting to show her sorrow and need to make amends.
"Strip cunt!" His order barked at her. Wordlessly she rose and pulled the dress over her head, dropping it at her feet. With trembling hands she reached behind herself to unfasten her bra and discard it alongside her dress.
Pointing to the middle of the floor Tom ordered her to kneel. "You are to stay upright, you are not to sit in your kneel. Put your hands on your head and do not move!" The last three words emphasised. Anna obeyed without thought.
Immediately kneeling on the hard, wooden floor with her hands on her head. Her body naked and displayed for him. He smiled at her. "This is for your own good cunt." Anna's lips trembled as she smiled at him. She wanted so much to make amends and would kneel immobile for as long as he chose.
Tom settled back into his chair. He lifted a book and began to read. He had to re-read the same paragraph three times before it made sense. Punishing her hurt him as much as it hurt her. But he couldn't let her see that. And he had to do it. He knew Anna would become a good slave cunt but she needed more time and much more work. And she was worth it.
He continued to read, watching her over the top of the book. Seeing how proudly she carried out his orders. Taking pride in her obedience and pride. Anna felt an itch on her left shoulder, felt it tingle and demand her attention. She fought the need to reach her arm up and ease it.
Watching her struggle, seeing how she was fighting her urge to move Tom smiled to himself. She was so beautiful; the sight of her nakedness aroused him once more. He shifted his position as his cock started to swell once more.
"Come here cunt," he murmured as he eased the zip of his jeans down, "I have something I want you to do."
Crawling towards her Master on her hands and knees Anna smiled at him, the tip of her tongue moistening her plump lips.
