Master Dylan warmed her bottom to a rose hue before telling her that the real punishment was upcoming, immediately. He had brought some mattress straps in order to tie her down to the bed. After laying her over some pillows, he pulled her legs roughly apart and secured them wide - her round bottom and shaved pussy completely exposed. Her arms he tied up in front of her - he wanted her helpless.

He told her that she would receive 50 punishment stripes. Ten with a hairbrush. Ten with a cane. Ten with a crop. Ten with Loopy Johnney. And finally, ten with his belt. First he took to her with the hairbrush, each whack getting harder and harder, and her counting each one out - and asking for the next. She knew if she failed in her count, he would start over.

After this second warm up, his hand slipped under her burning bottom, and teased her clit. He would rub a little, then slip away, then back again. She was so wet, his fingers slipped wildly about inside her. He told her that she mustn’t move her bottom, and if she did he would stop. Of course she couldn’t help herself, and he had to stop. He didn’t want her to come until she’d had her full punishment. And maybe, she shouldn’t come at all. He didn’t want her to become spoiled.

Next was the cane. Ten beautiful red stripes, and her still counting with some modicum of decorum. Although she struggled mightily, she couldn’t barely move with the restraints. Tears ran down her cheeks, and she begged him to stop. He smiled. And on the break, touched her again, until her breathing was ragged with pleasure.

Then the crop. He knew it was her favorite in a way. His aim was true, right on the tender part of her inner thighs. And again on the delicate underside of her bottom. Even though she faltered a little in the count, her voice was clear “please sir, punish me again”. Again. Again. Again. Again.

He knew she was almost at her limit, and fortunately he’d reached 10. He rubbed her bottom gently, soothing, the moved his fingers again within her. Soothed, then riled again for different reasons.

Her eyes were wide, as he paused to pull out the dreaded Loopy Johnney. She shivered, and tried to pull away - to no avail. He knew she couldn’t take too much, so even while her shaking voice begged for another, he went a little easy. On the seventh though, he gave it full force - and watched her bottom tremble with the pain. She screamed, but held fast.

He touched her again, gave her pleasure to distract her from the pain. A short pleasure. A longer pain.

Then the final. Slowly he pulled out his belt, and rested the cool leather against her back. Could she take it? He paused, and decided then to give her everything he had. One. A hard red stripe rose. Two. Another. And Another, until the bonds pulled tighter on her wrists, and her fingernails dug into her palms. On the fifth, she did falter, tears had filled her voice. He paused, giving her a minute to recover but when she failed to beg for the last five stripes - he made her start again at one. She fought it at first, then he saw the subspace veil fall over eyes, and she counted through ten with pride, if a little breathlessly.

When he finished, he slid a few fingers into her, and watched her come in just seconds, her cream dripping through his fingers to the soft flannel sheets.