It was turning me on!
It was getting to me!
And he knew it!
I guess that's why he continued to grin, even as he went to his wall and plucked off a short, nasty little black whip.
He brought it over to me and bent it slightly in front of my face.
"This is my punisher," he said, softly. "I use it on women when they need to be punished… when they need to be taught a lesson…"
"But… I haven't done anything…"
"You, missy, are a ball-breaker. I can see it all over your face. In the way you smile, in the clothes you wear. You tease men, and I don't like that. You have to be broken… and I'm going to be the one to break you…"
"Please… don't…"
"Oh, you can beg, all right… you can bet all you want, but it won't do you a bit of good… and I'll tell you something else… by the time I'm through with you, you'll be thanking me… and begging for more… and hopelessly in love with me…"
"Never…"
He grinned wider.
"We'll see… we'll see… are you ready to kiss the whip?"
"No way!"
He stepped back.
"We'll see… your first punishment will end only when you agree to kiss the whip… when you beg me for the chance to kiss it!"
He came up close to me.
"You see? Had you agreed just now, I would have suspended the punishment, for the want of a single kiss!"
I swallowed hard.
Was he serious?
What was with this guy?
I had no idea what was going on.
But I could definitely feel the first pangs of fear.
He was serious business, this one.
And meant to discipline me a little.
Hell, I was sure I could take whatever it was he thought he was going to give me.
Whatever…
I wasn't going to break.
No way…
I hoped…
He walked around to the back, where my naked ass was his for the gazing.
He put a hand on it and I gasped.
"Yes… you don't know, do you… you don't know just when it's coming."
He was right.
I didn't…
CHAPTER TWO
Whhhippp!!!
"Ohhhh!"
I couldn't believe the searing pain that shot through me just then!
It was as if the whip were on fire, and had teeth, and was trying to rip my skin off!
It was just too much to take!
I felt my entire body shudder and then ripple. I knew I was putting on a show for Clifford, but I couldn't help that… I mean, he had me right where he wanted me, didn't he…
He had me stripped and scored and dressed in sexy under things that left nothing to the imagination!
My bare ass… the ass that other men begged to kiss with their lips, in the vain hope of getting me to spread for them, was his for the asking…
And I loved it!
I loved the way he was taking me!
That was the crazy thing.
Oh, it hurt… don't make any mistake about that!
It hurt like a motherfucker, but there was nothing I could do about it.
And because of that… precisely because of that, I was consigned to have to like it… to take as much as he could give me…
One thing I was determined to do, though, was not give in.
I wasn't going to let him make me kiss that whip!
No sir!
I had my pride!
I wasn't going to…
Whhhippp!!!
Crraaaackkk!!!
Smmaaackkk!!!
"Ohhhh… God…"
Again and again he came down across my ass, making me jump and quiver with the kind of pain and sorrow that only a man with a whip who was very well experienced at it could know how to extract from a poor but gorgeous woman like me!
I mean, he was whipping me across both cheeks, at the same time, letting that hot leather take it's toll on me…
And the more he did it, the more I knew I was in for it…
I just couldn't take much more…
I really couldn't…
And then…
Finally, I felt him stopping.
Was that it?
Had I made it?
Had I actually been able to get through it?
I couldn't believe it!
And with good reason.
Because this was only the first break.
Now, still from behind, he grabbed my hair and yanked my head back.
"Are you ready to kiss it? Are you?" I didn't say anything.
He rubbed the whip lightly along my face, on the right side, still from behind.
"I'm waiting for an answer."
"No," I said, and waited for the consequences… They weren't long in coming.
Whack!
Smack!
Craaaackkk!
Whhhhippppp!!
It was incredible!
Now, he was working down the backs of my legs, thoroughly touching up my thighs, and making me cringe and twist with pain…
And delight…
But I didn't think I was going to be able to take much more.
Each slash was like a bite of teeth.
It hurt so much I thought I was going to lose it…
Just lose it…
No more…
I didn't want anymore.
How silly of me!
I'd had my chance…
I should have listened to him.
I should have let him let me kiss the whip when I could have…
Now, I knew he was going to continue until I was whipped and bloody…
And filled with pain.
Slowly, he came around to the front, so that I could see his face…
And it was on fire!
He had a slick smirk on his face, and his skin was starting to sweat from all the work he was being forced to do…
And still, I was having to take still more… He was going to do me in the front now!
"No… please… I'll… kiss it… I'll kiss it…" He put his mug right up to mine. I could smell the faintly sour breath of a man who was hard at work.
"Oh, you'll kiss it all right… you'll kiss it and beg to… but not until I give you another chance…"
He stepped back now and looked at my naked body in front of him.
He licked his tongue across his lips. And I could see that sheathed cock of his bouncing up and down with expectation.
He had me!
And I was scared!
But also incredibly turned on!
I'd never felt the lash before, or anything close to it, and it was making me… feel… like I'd never felt before…
So incredibly… vivid!
Yes…
That was the word!
Vivid!
Every nerve in my body felt more alive than it ever had before…
And the charge off of that was something to be savored.
Because it was my sex nerves also that were coming to life…
I could feel it in my pussy…
The bubbling caldron of sexual desire… starting to rise and gurgle…
And he knew it…
He knew that with the expertise he was wielding with his lash, he was working me at a frenzy.
"Please… please… oohhh… Please…"
"What," he said, coming up close again.
"No more… please… I'll do anything…"
"Will you kiss my whip?"
"Yes… ohh… yes… gladly… I'll do it gladly…"
He was smiling again.
"All right… then let's see you make good on your word… go on… kiss it… kiss it and make it feel better…"
I did just as he asked.
He bent the hot leathery snake once more in his hands and held the bowed part up to my mouth.
I parted my hot lips and began to kiss… to lick it with my tongue and to gently press it with my mouth…
And I knew I was getting to him…
I just knew it…
And he knew the same about me… that he was getting to me… that he was making me crazy…
And both of us were really turned on by it! Really turned on!
"Yes… give it your tongue… that's it… give it lots of your tongue… good… that's good…"
I licked at the whip, and was surprised to find that I actually was enjoying doing it.
I wanted to please him, there was no doubt about that, but I was also very definitely getting off on what it tasted like, knowing full well that this hot lash had taken it's toll on my smooth, creamy skin and had taught me what for!