Part 45 (1/2)
”G.o.d. I hope so. She'll pa.s.s out if you continue much longer.”
”I know. I'm actually easing up on her as I go. The first ones were a lot harder. But she's more sensitive now. It probably hurts just as much, though there won't be any lasting damage. She'll be sore for a couple of hours is all.”
”Don't kill her,” Jane whispered.
”I won't. Too pretty to kill,” I whispered back.
I rose.
”You want to tell my what you did to deserve this.”
”Please. I don't know.”
”You do Amy. Save yourself pain and just tell me.”
”Tell you what?”
”Nice try. Do I have to hit you again?”
”Oh G.o.d. Please no. I honestly don't know.” I could see that she'd gathered her internal resources again. The rest allowing her some respite to strengthen herself again. To resist. I could see it in her eyes though. She knew for what she was being hit.
”Alright.”
I brought the whip back up between the girl's legs. Landing squarely on her exposed lips. Between her lips. Kissing her c.l.i.t. Her v.a.g.i.n.al opening. Curling up behind her and touching her exposed a.s.s cheeks.
She screamed again. ”Ahhhhhh. No more. I'll tell you. f.u.c.k. Jesus. My c.u.n.t. Oh my G.o.d. I can't believe how much that f.u.c.king thing hurts. Please. No more. I'll tell you. I swear. Don't hit my c.u.n.t again. Please.”
She had jammed her thighs together again. Squirming. Desperately trying to get her hands free. Tears coursing down her cheeks. Fighting her pain. Her agony. Wanting to hold herself. Stop this unbearable agony from raining down on her.
Finally she fought off the pain enough to look at me. Hate in her eyes.
”Alright. No more. I. Was there. When Kara and Julie were planning. To attack you. f.u.c.k that hurts. Please. Whichever one you freed was supposed to kick you and escape. I knew. I'm so sorry. I. I didn't tell you. I know I should have. I deserve to be punished. Oh G.o.d. Please don't make me let you hit me again. You. I. Hurt so much. I swear I wouldn't have helped them. I'd never kick you. I'd hurt myself more than you. I swear on whatever you want me to. I. Just. Didn't. Tattle. On. Them. Please. No more.”
I smiled.
”Where were they going to kick me?”
”Oh G.o.d. Between your legs.”
”Don't you think that would have hurt?”
”You G.o.dd.a.m.n b.a.s.t.a.r.d. Yes.”
”Do you think you deserve punishment for trying to hurt me?”
”Oh G.o.d. Please no more.”
”I'm going to a.s.sume that they were only going to kick me once and then run?”
”Yes. Yes. I'm so sorry. Please. Forgive your dumb slave. I didn't mean anything. Please.”
”So. I should maybe show you how much it would have hurt me if they'd actually tried it? And I hadn't been warned?”
”Oh G.o.d. Please. I already know. You've already hit me there. Please don't kick me. I. I'm sorry.”
”Your punishment is one stroke between your legs. With this.” I held up the whip in front of her face. No way was I going to kick her. I wanted to hurt her. Not disable her. ”Not my foot, though you probably deserve that as well.”
”Please. You've already hit me there. It hurts so much.”
”Spread.”
”Please no. Oh G.o.d. I can't.”
I shook my head at her. And flicked the whip across her b.r.e.a.s.t.s again. Harder than before. She screamed in pain. Her body twisting. Howling. Finally she fell to begging again, as she recovered her breath.
”Please. I. My t.i.ts. My f.u.c.king c.u.n.t. I hurt. I've learned my lesson. I'll never do it again. I'll tell you next time. I swear it. I'll tell you immediately. If not sooner. Please. Please.”
”Spread. Unless you want another one across your b.r.e.a.s.t.s.”
”Please,” she begged. ”I. I can't take another one. Not between my legs.”
I gave her a break. ”Amy. Darling. This is going to be your only warning. Okay? You have to spread yourself out again and let me whip you. That is your punishment. It is going to happen. One way or the other. For every time you resist, I add another stroke. Right now it is still at one.”
She'd gone pale. Couldn't imagine the agony of one more, much less two. I watched as her feet twitched. Her mind trying to make them move apart for me. Her body resisting.
”Honey. Listen to me. I will happily keep whipping your b.r.e.a.s.t.s until you comply. And if you pa.s.s out, I'll just tie your feet apart. Wider than you'd like. And then whip you for all the times you resisted as well. Take my advice. Spread your legs for me now.”
Jane spoke up from her knees. ”Amy? Sweety? Listen to him. He's not kidding. Take the last stroke and be thankful it isn't more. I'm surprised he's letting you off this easy. I've gone through more for a lot less than that. Come on, honey. One more and you can stop. He'll let you down.”
Amy took a deep breath. Her bare toes finally pressing against the hardwood, spreading her legs apart. Frightened. Finally she managed to get her legs all the way apart. Her toes resting on the ground. Bare feet arched. Tears running down her face as she begged with her eyes.
She looked at me and begged one last time. ”G.o.d. Please. Have mercy. If you'd ever felt this, you wouldn't do this to me. You'd understand why I had so much trouble spreading my legs for you again. It hurts. I can't even describe it. That's me. My s.e.x. Please. Hit my a.s.s. Or thighs. Or something else. Even my t.i.ts. Please. Not there.”
”Keep your legs apart.”
”I. Can't. Not if you hit me.”
”Try.”
”Oh G.o.d.” She braced herself.
I brought the whip up between her legs. Harder. She exploded in agony. Throwing back her pretty head and screaming her guts out. In absolute agony. Her body spasming in her pain. She was completely incoherent for at least five minutes. Hanging in her bonds. Gasping for air. Retching. I was glad that I hadn't let her eat anything. Somehow, she managed to keep her legs apart. Sheer will. I wasn't going to punish her if she wasn't able to, but I had to admit that I was impressed that she'd managed to do it. Her bare toes spasming against the floor. Curling in her agony.
Finally she managed to catch her breath enough to speak again.
”Oh G.o.d. I'm so sorry. Please. Master. This slave begs to be released. She hurts. G.o.d. She hurts. Please at least let her close her legs.”