Part 44 (2/2)

I waited for her to catch her breath. Sobbing. Her bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s red. Twelve small red marks crisscrossing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Kissing her nipples.

”I disobeyed,” she gasped out. ”I spoke to them when I wasn't supposed to. But you gagged me for that. Please. I don't deserve to be whipped as well. Please. You gagged me.”

”Amy, honey. You did disobey. You spoke when you weren't supposed to. And I did punish you with the gag. I'm not sure that was enough. But that isn't what this is about.”

I brought the whip down on her b.r.e.a.s.t.s again. This time she couldn't hold her position. Screaming she rose up on her feet. Bringing her legs together in agony and kicking her small bare feet. Crying uncontrollably.

”Please. Oh G.o.d. Not again. My t.i.ts are on fire. That thing. HURTS. f.u.c.k. Please no more. I'm sorry. Whatever I did. I'm so f.u.c.king sorry. Please. Please. No more. I've learned.”

I spoke quietly. ”Learned what?”

”Oh G.o.d. I don't know. I just don't want to be hit again. Please. No more.”

”Learned what?”

”Please. Just tell me. I'll apologize for it. I'll scream it out for you. I'M SORRY. I swear to you. Whatever it is. I'm sorry.”

”You b.r.e.a.s.t.s look like they are sore.”

”What the h.e.l.l do you think, you f.u.c.king b.a.s.t.a.r.d. They're in agony. I don't even know what I did to deserve this. Please.”

”Spread.”

She closed her eyes and inched her legs apart again. Exposing herself. Until her heels were back off the floor.

”Any other guesses?”

”Oh G.o.d. I'm begging you to just tell me. I swear to you I don't know.”

”Guess.”

”Oh s.h.i.+t. I picked out jewelry you don't like. I'll take it off. Just let me down and I'll give it to you. I will.”

”I love the jewelry you picked out. You look very pretty in it. At the moment I want you to wear it.”

”Oh G.o.d. Please stop whipping me. I'll do anything you want. I'll let you rape me. I'll crawl for you. I'll dance naked for you. Anything.”

The dancing actually sounded interesting. I filed it away in the back of my mind with the marching idea.

”I just want you to guess why you are being whipped. I want to make sure that you understand why you are being punished.”

”Oh G.o.d. Just tell me. I don't know.”

”Your b.r.e.a.s.t.s look sore.”

”They are. Please stop hitting them.” Her breathing was ragged. Her reddened b.r.e.a.s.t.s rising and falling invitingly. Nipples erect.

”I'm going to switch now. I'm going to start hitting you between your legs. I want you to resume the position if you break it afterwards. This is far more appropriate anyway. Hitting you between the legs.”

”Please no. I'll ... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. Argh. Aiiiieeeee. Jesus f.u.c.king Christ. Please. No more. That. You can't imagine that pain. Please. You can't hit me there. You can't hit a girl there. Oh my G.o.d. It hurts. It hurts so f.u.c.king much. Please. Oing I would never have m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.ed this morning. Please. I didn't think you'd mind. I couldn't help it.”

My eyebrows raised. I actually didn't have any idea that she had pleasured herself.

”Amy? You aren't going to like this. But I didn't know. But because you were honest here, I won't increase your punishment for that. I wouldn't punish you like this for masturbating without permission. You'd be punished, but not like this.”

”Oh G.o.d. Not another one. Please. I can't take it. Please let me down. I'll crawl on my hands and knees forever for you. You can whip my t.i.ts again. As much as you like. I'll suck you. I'll make love to every woman in the mall. I don't care. Please don't hit me there again. Noooooooooo. Ohhh. Ahhhhh. Argh. Aiiieieieieeiieei. Please. Jesus. Please. Jesus. My p.u.s.s.y. My f.u.c.king c.u.n.t. Oh G.o.d. I'm not going to make it. Oh G.o.d. I'll do anything. I'll f.u.c.k. I'll crawl. I'll f.u.c.king die for you. I'll let you kill me. Just no more. It hurts. It f.u.c.king hurts so f.u.c.king much.”

She had pressed her thighs together. Hard. Trying to ease the pain. Dancing on her toes. Pulling at her wrists. Twisting in pain. Wanting desperately to protect her most sensitive areas. Crying. Having trouble breathing.

I let her rest for a few minutes, letting the pain fade until she could talk again coherently.

”Oh G.o.d. Please. No more. This. This slave hurts. She'll do anything. Just, please. Let this stupid c.u.n.t know what she did wrong. She's so sorry. You have no idea how sorry she is.”

I walked up to her and stroked her hair. Wiped her tears from her eyes.

”Amy. First of all, I know you are in pain and not thinking straight. But you aren't a stupid c.u.n.t. Alright? Refer to yourself as a slave.” Her calling herself a c.u.n.t kind of grated on my senses for some reason. I kind of liked when they referred to themselves in the third person, but that word just didn't seem right. I have no idea why. It shouldn't have bothered me. Maybe flashbacks to Mayer whom she had never met. I didn't mind her using the word *c.u.n.t', especially when she was in pain, just not to refer to her person. ”Secondly, you have to figure it out on your own. Or you won't learn.”

”Of course, I'll learn. Believe me. I'll f.u.c.king learn. You have no idea how much that f.u.c.king hurts. I'd do anything to avoid it.”

”Then you have to figure this out.”

”Let me rest. Please.”

”Alright. Three minutes. Spread.”

She gritted her teeth and inched her feet apart again. Wincing at the pain in her crotch. Still crying. Trying to gather her strength. Knowing she was going to get hit again, and she had to just stand there and take it.

I walked over to Jane and Christi. Both a little pale. Jane spoke.

”Oh my G.o.d. I couldn't even take that. You aren't even hitting her hard, are you?”

I shook my head. ”Just a few taps. But it doesn't take much with this thing.”

”What the h.e.l.l did she do?”

”You'll find out. She knows. She just doesn't want to tell me. She doesn't know that I know.”

”She told you about the masturbation.”

”Lesser of two evils. And she knows it. She'll tell me now. She's out of options.”

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