Standing nervously at the door, she knocked, tentatively. A voice came through, and told her to kneel in front of the door. She blushed, and, looking around a little shyly, knelt down on the step. When the door opened all she could see were his pants, and the working end of a whip. Her eyes stayed down.

“Have you come for your punishment Lillye?”

“Yes.... Sir.”

“What are you being punished for Lillye?”

“Well, I am a tease and a flirt. I’ve been disrespectful to you sir.”

“Is that all?”

“Well, I sometimes give myself pleasure...”

“All right then. You will be punished as you deserve, and as you need. Do you agree that you deserve it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you agree that you need it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He pulled her inside and gave her a long hug. Sliding his fingers under her skirt, he could feel that she was already wet. What a slut. A pain slut too. He knew she was humiliated by having him touch her that way, like she was a piece of meat. He wanted to teach her more than just pain this time. He wanted her to learn withdrawal, and control of her sexuality. although he loved to watch her come, he wanted her to feel the unique pain of not being allowed to come. Controlled like a child - the child she was.

He started by bending her over the backside of a large upholstered chair. He spread her legs out wide and shackled them to the feet of the chair. He bound her mouth and eyes so she couldn’t beg him to stop, he wanted to take her there without limits. He did give her a small silk scarf to drop if she needed to safeword.

Starting with the paddle, he warmed her ass up, harder and harder until her wriggling showed she couldn’t take much more. Then his fingers teased her, around and around her clit but never quite the direct contact she needed. Stopping has she became too excited, he started in with the crop. Sometimes light and air filled lashes, sometimes very hard and direct. Sometimes direct on her pussy lips which were swollen and pink. She began to thrash on the table, so he gave her a break again.

This time, he allowed her to stand up as he placed clothes pins on her nipples and labia. He told her that she could say tell him when to take them off, but then he’d go back to the whipping - this time with a belt. He liked putting them on her pussy lips because he knew it decreased the sensation on her clit - made it harder for her to come. Even has her breathing shook and she cried with pain, he whispered to her softly and regularly.

“Feel the pain completely. Understand that you need it, and I am giving you what you need. Turn yourself over to the pain.”

His voice became a mantra to her, and all she could sense was that sound and the pain in her nipples and pussy.

He touched the clothes pins so the pain increased for a moment, and then caressed her, forcing her to take pleasure only with pain.

When finally she couldn’t take anymore, he removed the clothespins and gave her a moment to catch her breath. Just a moment though, and he’d bent her over again. Finally, the belt. He knew she loved it the best - the intensity of the whistle, the heated leather kissing her pink skin. Harder and harder he went, asking her to beg for more after each few smacks.

God, he wanted to fuck her ass. He wanted to really hurt her this way. He knew that it only really hurt, the way she really needed it to the first time. After that she loved it. Pleasure is OK, but she really needed to be taught control. So, he started in on her clit again. This time with more direct pressure but only for short moments, then gliding away. He removed her gag and made her promise to tell him when she was near coming. When she did, he removed his hand and went back to the belt. Ten more, and that was all she could take. He bottom was beautiful, pink and striped.