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I came home and put my key in the door as usual. When I opened the door, I was greeted with a sight.
She was there, on the carpet, on her knees. Her hand were behind her back, her head was bowed. She was naked.
I stopped for a moment, put my bag down and hung up my coat. Finally, I addressed my slave.
"What is it?"
"This slave humbly asks to be punished, Master." She told me in a soft, slightly querulous voice.
I walked behind her, studying her form. I saw her raven black hair, coming to a point just below the nape of her neck, exposing her black collar. I took in her flawless back, narrowing at the waist and then flaring sharply. I could see her buttocks, currently unmarked. That would change.
"You may stand and face me."
She turned as she stood to face me, feet properly set the required shoulder distance apart, eyes suitably downcast. I stood back and studied her, knowing that this increased her feeling of vulnerability.
She wasn't classically beautiful, but the slight upturn in the corner of her eyes and the emphasized cheekbones betrayed an ancestor of Asian origins. Her complexion, however, was alabaster white, pure, flawless. She almost looked albino; I knew that she had to cover up in the sun, or else she burnt quickly. I had used that fact before.
Her downcast eyes hid what I knew was her best asset, so I told her to "Look at me!" She raised her eyes to me, those beautiful deep blue eyes that I'd fallen for first. They were shadowed, troubled. As well they might be, for she was to be punished. I punished hard.
"Follow!" I ordered, and turned on my heel. I knew she would be a few steps behind me. I walked to The Room, the one we normally didn't use, except for this.
I unlocked the door and walked in. Inside was red carpet, cream wall, and brown leather on dark oak. I moved to what looked like an overlarge footstool, a little lower than my crotch, and broader. The restraints were there, so I simply indicated the punishment bench and said, "There!"
She lay down across it, so that her ass was held up while she could lay her cheek on the cool leather. She would soon be craving every bit of comfort. One belt came up and over at the small of her back, to fasten on the other side. Another held her hands in front of her. The last two held her thighs apart, allowing me the perfect sight of her shaven pussy, already glistening and puffy and pink, and the rosebud of her ass, winking at me between the twin globes of her asscheeks.
Tonight I would warm her up first before resorting to stronger measures. I took a simple twelve inch shatterproof plastic ruler. It would sting, and redden, but not damage. I took up a position behind the captive form, to one side, my own torso pointed across the bench and its occupant.
I waited, making a few practice swings with the ruler, letting her anticipation grow. She couldn't have seen what I would use, she couldn't know in advance how much it would hurt. Only that it would hurt.
'Crack!'
She stiffened at the blow. I drew back my arm to see the result, and to once more grow the tension she'd be feeling. A single broad stripe of pink had been painted on the pale canvas. I smiled.
'Crack!'
Again, I waited. She stiffened once more beside me, but no sound escaped her lips. Not yet.
'Crack! Crack! Crack!'
Three blows quickly in succession, and now she moved, just a little, a twitch of her ass, a flicker of movement in her fingers. I knew this would be warm on her ass, that the blows, just overlapping, would be setting up a nice tingle. She'd probably be thinking she could enjoy this.
Yeah, right.
'Crack! Crack Crack!'
Once more, I placed the three quick blows on her ass, this time ensuring that they covered targets that had already been painted on. Once more, I was rewarded by the twitching of her ass, the involuntary movements of her fingers. I thought I detected a sharper intake of breath this time, too, but I wasn't quite sure.
One more.
'CRACK!!'
It was a good job I was using a shatterproof ruler. This blow had more force behind it, very nearly full force. I had stood up as I delivered it, the blow crossed diagonally down from nearside to far, crossing mostly of those before.
"Ahhh!" It was the first audible result of my artwork.
I dropped the ruler beside the bench and moved to the front, undoing my flies as I did. I pulled out my erection and placed it between her lips.
"Suck!" I ordered, and she did so with skill and enthusiasm. I knew she loved to give head, she knew that I loved to receive it. I wasn't going to let her make me come, though, that would wait. I wanted to emphasise her submission, so I pushed myself deeper into her mouth. The angle was wrong for her, she couldn't take me all the way, but I wanted her to feel me at the back of her throat, to know that I was using her, that I would use her as I saw fit. I pulled out, then shoved my cock deeply back into her mouth, making her eyes water. I saw and felt her gag a little, but that was a reflex she'd been well trained to overcome.
I pulled out and went behind her again. I slapped her ass with my empty hand, relishing the sting, enjoying the sight of my handprint on her in darker pink than the already striped painting I'd put there.
I grasped the cheeks of her ass and pulled them apart, hard. Her little rose puckered at me, but this time I was going for her cunt. I took my now thoroughly wetted dick and thrust into her. I was fully embedded very quickly, setting a hard and fast rhythm. My slave moaned as I thrust, deeply, hard, fast, giving her little time to build up, going for my own pleasure. Yet I knew I would stop before the ultimate end. I had more work to do.
As I felt the come begin to boil in my balls I pulled out and reached for the other implement I would use tonight.
The crop felt heavy, yet balanced in my hand. I rarely used it, because this would cause damage if applied too strenuously. Once more I took up position to one side of the slave.
There was a sheen of perspiration on the bound form beside me. Her breath was coming fast- she had become quite aroused by my rutting. I prepared to administer her punishement.
'Thwack!'
Instantly I saw and heard the result. A white line formed across her buttocks which very quickly became a bright red. A cry, forced from her lips. She tried to arch her back, I saw, but the belt forced her to stay in place, and the only effect was to raise her head and shoulders a little.
I waited for her to calm. I waited to see if she would say anything.
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