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Ernest endured her week of control to the bitter end, on the Friday night, when she ceremonially removed the handcuffs. by which time her mastery repertoire had almost run out, she had had him gardening, feeding a****ls and cleaning sty`s all in his naked state, she had had him cleaning, whipped him mercilessly, used him as her stud, emptied his balls on numerous occasions and allowed him to watch as the butcher had her, oh and had hung him overnight in her barn, so it had been a long and stressful week. She knew as he knew that revenge is sweet, in fact she had admitted she had only done some of the things to enrage him and make her week even more terrifying, just as her fantasy had been, but they say be careful what you wish for and perhaps she had overdone it!
Saturday and Sunday, they spent as lovers, lounging in the sun out in the garden a fair bit, the weather being favourable and, in the evenings sitting watching the box like an old-married-couple!
There was no mention of the previous week or the coming one, it was an unspoken and mutual decision. Sunday evening came, and they went up to bed together at ten, made love gently and tenderly then as Midnight struck, he symbolically slipped on the handcuffs, her hands in front of her as his had been, and she expectant of the abuse she so craved.
He then gave her instructions about his breakfast and the time it was to be served, before he went soundly to sleep not having touched her in any way! Her frustration boiling in her body like a caldron on a good fire, it was not what she had expected at all! He of course knew exactly what he was doing, sleeping till eight the next morning when she awoke him with breakfast on a tray, she was not in the best of moods having slept only fitfully, having syked herself up to be abused badly, and it not having happened!
He cautioned her as he began to attack the breakfast… “silence girl, don’t say a word, I want my breakfast in peace!” chastised she sat quietly devouring her own meal, and awaiting his pleasure while inwardly fuming.
It was fully nine when he wandered off to shower, she assisting by washing his back and towelling him afterwards. He then sent her to feed and check on the a****ls before meeting him in the barn.
The a****ls dealt with she entered the barn to find him sat on a bale of hay awaiting her arrival. He was sat leisurely and patiently waiting her arrival, idley flicking her whip at a pop can he had obviously just finished and to be fair he wasn’t doing too badly scoring 7 out of 10 strokes with the unfamiliar weapon and bouncing the battered can about happily. She stood near the door watching him. Though he knew she was there, he did not acknowledge her for a while then removing the handcuffs he suddenly said, “Well fit your cuffs then…” as if she should have done so automatically! She realised what was to come and shaking nervously she collected the cuffs slipping the first on and securing it, not easy one handed but it was soon done. “Stand in place whichever way round you choose, but remember its 12 and I am not terribly good with this whip so they only count if they hit the intended target, personally I should face me, as it will give me more targets to enjoy and spread the load as I doubt your pretty if ample arse would enjoy all 12!” brazenly she faced the door and he secured her wrists to the chains at a comfortable height.
She looked resigned but excited, she knew she had asked him to be hard on her, and knew he was itching to be masterful, but now reality struck.
He remained sitting, knowing if he stood, he would strike harder and probably cut her skin and that he did not want. The first stroke fell, on the narrow band of belly between her sagging breasts and her pubic hair. It left a red mark and she gave a little cry of pain as it struck. ‘Anal’ growled at him, as if to defend his mistress so he caught up the a****l and secured him with a cord, saying to her, “He`s a faithful hound, and no doubt your lover, but I am not chancing getting bitten!” he retook his seat, saying, “perhaps you would be good enough to count the strokes and thank me each time when you are ready for the next.” She looked at him with incredulity… thinking, thank him the bastard is whipping me and wants my thanks…
by now the effects of the first stroke had dulled, the red mark that was left still stung but it was minor now, so she said, “One sir, thank you!” he grinned, then with a flick of his wrist the long leather lash snaked through the air and with a ‘smack’ the tip found its mark fairly accurately beside the first but nearer the belly button. “ow, two sir.” He waited and when she had settled herself, she forced herself to say, “thank you sir!” the third stroke hit alongside the second but was just inaccurate enough that it hit her left nipple, she screamed, the pain so intense that she did a little involuntary dance, her face distorted with the pain. He waited, through her tears she gasped, “three sir!” but it took a while till she said thank you this time, and he knew she was desperate to nurse her damaged teet.
The fourth fell high on her chest, above the sagging right breast, a red stripe appearing instantly, and her jerking on her chains, she gasped “four!” but this time with no ‘sir’ which he noted and was going to mention it when she thanked him after the initial pain had gone. She now had four red marks above and below her breasts, she knew he wanted to strike her breasts properly and expected the next blow to fall on her sagging orbs, so bracing herself for the arrival she gasped, “thank you… sir!”
He smiled, then with a flick of the wrist once again the leather struck her right thigh, surprised she grunted “five” and cried out in pain. Her body throbbed with discomfort where ever the lash had contacted her skin, tears were falling but she knew things could have been a lot worse and that he was playing with her really. She thanked him again, and the sixth stroke hit the other thigh with just enough force to sting but not do much more! He rose and walked out without a word, leaving her stinging, and marked, knowing on his return she was to endure six more strokes.
Time was difficult to gauge for her, but after an age he reappeared bearing a mug of tea and a small glass of juice with a straw, this he held while she drank thirstily, then he sat and surveyed her while sipping his own drink.
She wanted to say something, but as she began, he raised his hand stopping her and indicating his tea, and saying in an authoritive voice, “not till I am ready!”
Calmly he drank the beverage then as he placed the empty cup down, he nodded and raised his eyebrows as if to say, ‘ok you can speak now’!
She had been stood quietly simmering for some time now but knew if she said the wrong thing, he would be harder on her so instead of the tirade she had rehearsed in her mind, she meekly said “thank you sir may I ask that you soon administer the rest of my punishment please!”
His reply stunned her, “I have decided to give you six each morning this week, some days secured like this, some days you will stand unfettered for me, out in the yard and some secured here, do you agree?” slowly she nodded, it was his week and she was his to do with as he wished.
He asked, “would you like that now?” she said slowly, “erm what I would like doesn’t come into it, I am yours, yours all week you call the shots, your, my master!” he smiled, “good answer Mary. Good answer “ then he took up his whip once more, standing now he could apply more power to the strokes, the first struck at her back the lash wrapping itself around her exposed body from under her right armpit and leaving a long red mark finishing near her backbone. She screamed, not the whimpers of before, but a full-bodied scream of pain tears falling she gulped “seven sir!” he smiled and said, “I bet your glad your facing this way, that stroke would have cut into your soft skinned breast!” there was a pause then she gulped her thanks which was immediately greeted by another lash, this one from the left and a mirror image of the first! This time her scream was pitiful, gasping “eight, you bastard eight!” he laughed, then sat down to await her return to sanity. long moments passed then she snuffled the sentence he had waited for, “thank you…sir!” the ‘sir’ was forced but he appreciated the gesture, laughing he stood and sent the next stroke lower than the last hitting her hip and winding itself diagonally to her buttock, again the scream and the sob of “nine,” adding “thank you sir” in an attempt to speed things and get it over with, she did the same with the tenth, a stroke to the right hip and buttock that actually curved into her cheek enough to hit he left cheek too!
Again, she screamed adding to the moans she was already making, just then they heard the post van and he gestured her to silence while the young relief chap, collected the outgoing and left the fresh at the box now on the gatepost. He soon drove away, and he turned to her saying “well done girl that could have been embarrassing, then without her thanks he struck again this time to her shoulder the lash curling down over her shoulder-blade and marking her again. Her legs had given out and she hung quite low on her chains her head facing the floor on her knees, tears running freely and her sniffing and dribbling, she gasped “eleven” knowing he would add a stroke if she didn’t acknowledge it. She added “than…k…you…sir” between sobs, looking up defiantly and taking the opportunity he sent the last stroke to hit both breasts across the nipples. She rose in sheer agony rapidly and with a scream that echoed round the place, then fell back to hang limp and near to collapse. She mumbled “twelve” but it was barely audible, then passed out. he left her hanging, rapidly crossed the yard and fetched a bucket of water from under the yard tap, luckily the bucket was full, he quickly returning and threw the contents at the woman which rapidly awoke her, then he released her and collecting the handcuff`s, released the frustrated ‘anal’ and helped her on legs of jelly across the yard to the kitchen.
It took an hour and two sweet teas for her to return to what we would refer to as ‘normal’ during which time he felt guilty ,she sat, glazed and dazed and the dog sat at his mistresses feet daring him hurt her further with growls and a show of teeth!
When she finally spoke, she examined her marks, sent the dog to its bed, and thanked our man with a long kiss for, “sticking to his task so well…” he was mightily relived. She went on to say how much she had had fantasies and dreamt of being used like that, she had not a clue where the nightmare originated, but her man had staunchly refused her pleas to be used like that. She felt now that that particular nightmare would be just a pleasant memory now she had experienced it, and yes she will stand for him each day as her reward for his persistence, she hoped he had enjoyed the whole thing and that he had cum as strongly as she had!
His thought were, bloody hell it was a massive orgasm, and I had thought she was in distress! Now until she mentioned it he had not thought of it on his part as a sexual experience that would have made him cum, but thinking back as soon as he had swung the leather for the first time he had been stiff as a ramrod, and it hadn’t gone down till he had thought her dead at the last, when it collapsed like a felled tree, so he said, “yes it had been a great experience but as yet sadly he had not climaxed,”… her answer was to slip from her chair and give him the most fantastic blow job he could ever remember, his seed filling her mouth in no time flat to both of parties great joy!
She showered, he patted her dry checking each mark most carefully, then at her insistence refitted the cuffs, as their symbol of subservience. It had been a special day, and they ate that evening with the panache of achievers.
She insisted on wearing the cuffs for the rest of his stay, she stood for him each morning taking three cuts around her body while stood naked in the yard with her arms above her head, she loved it, that slap of the leather as it wrapped round her ample body leaving the red lines, was to her a symbol of his love, her tribute to him, her surrender a mark that lasted till it was renewed 24 hours later.
They loved one another, had frequent sex, and apart from the butcher on a Thursday, and in her case ‘Anal’ they had no other sexual outings, they made gentle love, often, and they fucked, frequently while each day after breakfast they went into the yard for the three symbolic strokes, occasionally running to six if she deserved punishment and they lived happily in their cocoon, there tiny bubble for the next twelve, yes twelve weeks, until the movement restriction had lifted enough to allow them to invite the other couple to visit. But that of course is another story.
Ernest endured her week of control to the bitter end, on the Friday night, when she ceremonially removed the handcuffs. by which time her mastery repertoire had almost run out, she had had him gardening, feeding a****ls and cleaning sty`s all in his naked state, she had had him cleaning, whipped him mercilessly, used him as her stud, emptied his balls on numerous occasions and allowed him to watch as the butcher had her, oh and had hung him overnight in her barn, so it had been a long and stressful week. She knew as he knew that revenge is sweet, in fact she had admitted she had only done some of the things to enrage him and make her week even more terrifying, just as her fantasy had been, but they say be careful what you wish for and perhaps she had overdone it!
Saturday and Sunday, they spent as lovers, lounging in the sun out in the garden a fair bit, the weather being favourable and, in the evenings sitting watching the box like an old-married-couple!
There was no mention of the previous week or the coming one, it was an unspoken and mutual decision. Sunday evening came, and they went up to bed together at ten, made love gently and tenderly then as Midnight struck, he symbolically slipped on the handcuffs, her hands in front of her as his had been, and she expectant of the abuse she so craved.
He then gave her instructions about his breakfast and the time it was to be served, before he went soundly to sleep not having touched her in any way! Her frustration boiling in her body like a caldron on a good fire, it was not what she had expected at all! He of course knew exactly what he was doing, sleeping till eight the next morning when she awoke him with breakfast on a tray, she was not in the best of moods having slept only fitfully, having syked herself up to be abused badly, and it not having happened!
He cautioned her as he began to attack the breakfast… “silence girl, don’t say a word, I want my breakfast in peace!” chastised she sat quietly devouring her own meal, and awaiting his pleasure while inwardly fuming.
It was fully nine when he wandered off to shower, she assisting by washing his back and towelling him afterwards. He then sent her to feed and check on the a****ls before meeting him in the barn.
The a****ls dealt with she entered the barn to find him sat on a bale of hay awaiting her arrival. He was sat leisurely and patiently waiting her arrival, idley flicking her whip at a pop can he had obviously just finished and to be fair he wasn’t doing too badly scoring 7 out of 10 strokes with the unfamiliar weapon and bouncing the battered can about happily. She stood near the door watching him. Though he knew she was there, he did not acknowledge her for a while then removing the handcuffs he suddenly said, “Well fit your cuffs then…” as if she should have done so automatically! She realised what was to come and shaking nervously she collected the cuffs slipping the first on and securing it, not easy one handed but it was soon done. “Stand in place whichever way round you choose, but remember its 12 and I am not terribly good with this whip so they only count if they hit the intended target, personally I should face me, as it will give me more targets to enjoy and spread the load as I doubt your pretty if ample arse would enjoy all 12!” brazenly she faced the door and he secured her wrists to the chains at a comfortable height.
She looked resigned but excited, she knew she had asked him to be hard on her, and knew he was itching to be masterful, but now reality struck.
He remained sitting, knowing if he stood, he would strike harder and probably cut her skin and that he did not want. The first stroke fell, on the narrow band of belly between her sagging breasts and her pubic hair. It left a red mark and she gave a little cry of pain as it struck. ‘Anal’ growled at him, as if to defend his mistress so he caught up the a****l and secured him with a cord, saying to her, “He`s a faithful hound, and no doubt your lover, but I am not chancing getting bitten!” he retook his seat, saying, “perhaps you would be good enough to count the strokes and thank me each time when you are ready for the next.” She looked at him with incredulity… thinking, thank him the bastard is whipping me and wants my thanks…
by now the effects of the first stroke had dulled, the red mark that was left still stung but it was minor now, so she said, “One sir, thank you!” he grinned, then with a flick of his wrist the long leather lash snaked through the air and with a ‘smack’ the tip found its mark fairly accurately beside the first but nearer the belly button. “ow, two sir.” He waited and when she had settled herself, she forced herself to say, “thank you sir!” the third stroke hit alongside the second but was just inaccurate enough that it hit her left nipple, she screamed, the pain so intense that she did a little involuntary dance, her face distorted with the pain. He waited, through her tears she gasped, “three sir!” but it took a while till she said thank you this time, and he knew she was desperate to nurse her damaged teet.
The fourth fell high on her chest, above the sagging right breast, a red stripe appearing instantly, and her jerking on her chains, she gasped “four!” but this time with no ‘sir’ which he noted and was going to mention it when she thanked him after the initial pain had gone. She now had four red marks above and below her breasts, she knew he wanted to strike her breasts properly and expected the next blow to fall on her sagging orbs, so bracing herself for the arrival she gasped, “thank you… sir!”
He smiled, then with a flick of the wrist once again the leather struck her right thigh, surprised she grunted “five” and cried out in pain. Her body throbbed with discomfort where ever the lash had contacted her skin, tears were falling but she knew things could have been a lot worse and that he was playing with her really. She thanked him again, and the sixth stroke hit the other thigh with just enough force to sting but not do much more! He rose and walked out without a word, leaving her stinging, and marked, knowing on his return she was to endure six more strokes.
Time was difficult to gauge for her, but after an age he reappeared bearing a mug of tea and a small glass of juice with a straw, this he held while she drank thirstily, then he sat and surveyed her while sipping his own drink.
She wanted to say something, but as she began, he raised his hand stopping her and indicating his tea, and saying in an authoritive voice, “not till I am ready!”
Calmly he drank the beverage then as he placed the empty cup down, he nodded and raised his eyebrows as if to say, ‘ok you can speak now’!
She had been stood quietly simmering for some time now but knew if she said the wrong thing, he would be harder on her so instead of the tirade she had rehearsed in her mind, she meekly said “thank you sir may I ask that you soon administer the rest of my punishment please!”
His reply stunned her, “I have decided to give you six each morning this week, some days secured like this, some days you will stand unfettered for me, out in the yard and some secured here, do you agree?” slowly she nodded, it was his week and she was his to do with as he wished.
He asked, “would you like that now?” she said slowly, “erm what I would like doesn’t come into it, I am yours, yours all week you call the shots, your, my master!” he smiled, “good answer Mary. Good answer “ then he took up his whip once more, standing now he could apply more power to the strokes, the first struck at her back the lash wrapping itself around her exposed body from under her right armpit and leaving a long red mark finishing near her backbone. She screamed, not the whimpers of before, but a full-bodied scream of pain tears falling she gulped “seven sir!” he smiled and said, “I bet your glad your facing this way, that stroke would have cut into your soft skinned breast!” there was a pause then she gulped her thanks which was immediately greeted by another lash, this one from the left and a mirror image of the first! This time her scream was pitiful, gasping “eight, you bastard eight!” he laughed, then sat down to await her return to sanity. long moments passed then she snuffled the sentence he had waited for, “thank you…sir!” the ‘sir’ was forced but he appreciated the gesture, laughing he stood and sent the next stroke lower than the last hitting her hip and winding itself diagonally to her buttock, again the scream and the sob of “nine,” adding “thank you sir” in an attempt to speed things and get it over with, she did the same with the tenth, a stroke to the right hip and buttock that actually curved into her cheek enough to hit he left cheek too!
Again, she screamed adding to the moans she was already making, just then they heard the post van and he gestured her to silence while the young relief chap, collected the outgoing and left the fresh at the box now on the gatepost. He soon drove away, and he turned to her saying “well done girl that could have been embarrassing, then without her thanks he struck again this time to her shoulder the lash curling down over her shoulder-blade and marking her again. Her legs had given out and she hung quite low on her chains her head facing the floor on her knees, tears running freely and her sniffing and dribbling, she gasped “eleven” knowing he would add a stroke if she didn’t acknowledge it. She added “than…k…you…sir” between sobs, looking up defiantly and taking the opportunity he sent the last stroke to hit both breasts across the nipples. She rose in sheer agony rapidly and with a scream that echoed round the place, then fell back to hang limp and near to collapse. She mumbled “twelve” but it was barely audible, then passed out. he left her hanging, rapidly crossed the yard and fetched a bucket of water from under the yard tap, luckily the bucket was full, he quickly returning and threw the contents at the woman which rapidly awoke her, then he released her and collecting the handcuff`s, released the frustrated ‘anal’ and helped her on legs of jelly across the yard to the kitchen.
It took an hour and two sweet teas for her to return to what we would refer to as ‘normal’ during which time he felt guilty ,she sat, glazed and dazed and the dog sat at his mistresses feet daring him hurt her further with growls and a show of teeth!
When she finally spoke, she examined her marks, sent the dog to its bed, and thanked our man with a long kiss for, “sticking to his task so well…” he was mightily relived. She went on to say how much she had had fantasies and dreamt of being used like that, she had not a clue where the nightmare originated, but her man had staunchly refused her pleas to be used like that. She felt now that that particular nightmare would be just a pleasant memory now she had experienced it, and yes she will stand for him each day as her reward for his persistence, she hoped he had enjoyed the whole thing and that he had cum as strongly as she had!
His thought were, bloody hell it was a massive orgasm, and I had thought she was in distress! Now until she mentioned it he had not thought of it on his part as a sexual experience that would have made him cum, but thinking back as soon as he had swung the leather for the first time he had been stiff as a ramrod, and it hadn’t gone down till he had thought her dead at the last, when it collapsed like a felled tree, so he said, “yes it had been a great experience but as yet sadly he had not climaxed,”… her answer was to slip from her chair and give him the most fantastic blow job he could ever remember, his seed filling her mouth in no time flat to both of parties great joy!
She showered, he patted her dry checking each mark most carefully, then at her insistence refitted the cuffs, as their symbol of subservience. It had been a special day, and they ate that evening with the panache of achievers.
She insisted on wearing the cuffs for the rest of his stay, she stood for him each morning taking three cuts around her body while stood naked in the yard with her arms above her head, she loved it, that slap of the leather as it wrapped round her ample body leaving the red lines, was to her a symbol of his love, her tribute to him, her surrender a mark that lasted till it was renewed 24 hours later.
They loved one another, had frequent sex, and apart from the butcher on a Thursday, and in her case ‘Anal’ they had no other sexual outings, they made gentle love, often, and they fucked, frequently while each day after breakfast they went into the yard for the three symbolic strokes, occasionally running to six if she deserved punishment and they lived happily in their cocoon, there tiny bubble for the next twelve, yes twelve weeks, until the movement restriction had lifted enough to allow them to invite the other couple to visit. But that of course is another story.
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