'Decision time again. If you go in this room you leave your clothes and your name outside. In there you are my property just like my bed. You do exactly what I tell you to do without question. You can leave the flat any time you want, but if you leave when I am not ready for you to go, well, slut, you never come back. Do you want to go in?'

I didn't answer. I looked at the floor.

'Off you go home. I'll be looking carefully at your work next week. You know that don't you?'

I quickly said, 'No. Please Sir, I want to go in. Please!'

'Are you certain?'

'Yes Sir. Please.'

'Take your clothes off and drop them down there. As I said, you are not Christine Sheraton in there. You are the thing I use. If I want your mouth I will say 'mouth' and you will open it for me to use. The same goes for any other part of you.'

I dropped my clothes on the floor and he pushed me through the door. It was a nice, big bedroom with a king size bed and a shower room and toilet in one corner. What I saw straight away though was a great big window that Montgomery was pushing me towards. Right in front of the window he told me to put my hands behind my head and spread my legs apart. We were a long way up, but I was sure that people must be able to see me. I didn't dare look down. I fixed my eyes on the sky.

Montgomery moved some things around on the bed behind me and then he came round in front. He had a riding crop in his hand. You know, the things that jockeys use to make their horse run faster. He couldn't really be going to hit me with that could he? It obviously hurt a racehorse.

He tapped me lightly under the chin with the leather flap bit at the end of the crop.

'Shoulders back, tits out. They're not very big. Make the most of them for your admirers. Maybe in one or two of the boats out there a couple of guys have their binoculars in your direction.' He slid the crop down and jiggled one of my breasts with it. 'We'll give them some attention another time.' He carried on down. 'This bush has got to go. I told you. No clothes in here. My cunt must be properly displayed. You will have it shaved absolutely clean when you come next time. Not the tiniest bristle. Understand?'

'Yes Sir.'

He told me to get face down on the bed. I turned and saw he had piled four pillows in the middle. It was obvious what I was supposed to do. I climbed over the pillows and lay with my bottom sticking up high on top of them. His headboard had round wooden things in it like chair legs and he told me to hold on to them.

'Six again today. Not with that nice soft belt, but with my trusty crop here. Remember what you have to do?'

The next thing I knew was a whistling and a terrible pain in my bum just as I heard the 'crack' sound on my skin. I bounced on the pillows. I really didn't want to make a noise. That was partly because I thought there must be another flat on the other side of the bedroom wall. I just about managed to keep quiet.

'One. Thank you Sir.'

Montgomery walked round to the other side of the bed and before I could hardly think I heard that whistle and a little squeal escaped from my mouth before I managed to get myself together and: 'Two. Thank you Sir.'

Again he moved to the other side before giving me the third stroke. As I managed to say the count with a bit of a tremble I started worrying that I was making his bed wet with tears and dribble. With the fourth crack on my bum I screamed properly and I suddenly thought that I was leaking pussy juice onto his pillows. I could feel that I was streaming.

I didn't have to worry about that for long. As soon as I managed to stumble through the count of four he told me to get onto my back and he threw the pillows on the floor. I was confused. I knew I had to have six. I was wondering how I could take it because my bottom was throbbing, but surely he wasn't going to let me off two.

'Grab your ankles and hold them as wide apart as you can.'

My ass was still stinging like mad and I hoped that this new angle might mean that he would hit a spot that hadn't already been punished. Nothing could have prepared me for what did happen.

'Carry on with the count from four.'

I saw him raise his arm and heard the swish as the crop came down. He hit me right between my legs and I yelled out loud, letting go of my ankles, then I grabbed my ankles as quickly as I could and then remembered the count.

'Five. Thank you Sir.'

He raised his arm again.

My pussy lips were on fire after that last stroke of the crop and I only just managed to say the count. I let go of my ankles and clasped both hands between my legs trying to hold down the pain. Just as I was beginning to wipe away my tears and, like before, I was beginning to feel that warm tingly glow along with the pain, he told me to get off the bed and onto my knees with my hands clasped behind my back.

'You are going to have to have that hair off in future to show it off properly.'

Now.

'You have been saying thank you. It is time to learn how to give proper thanks for your training.'

He undid his zipper and I opened my mouth. He put his cock in my mouth and told me how he wanted it licked and sucked. While he was doing this he held me by my hair and moved my head how he wanted it. He said that I had got to learn how to take him right into my throat and when he was ready to cum I had got to collect it on my tongue to show him. He told me to relax and he pulled my head really hard towards him. I felt the head of his dick at my throat and he said swallow. I tried, but just gagged and coughed. He slapped my breast and pushed his prick in my mouth again. He tried another three or four times. I gagged every time, but it did go a way down my throat once.

'I am going to cum. Make sure you don't spill any or you will be punished.'