Chapter 1

 

I was nervous as I waited for them to bring the girl in. It was my first solo and I knew that Master Steele would be watching carefully, noting my every mistake.

Shake it off, I told myself. You've had plenty of practice. This is no different from every other punishment you've carried out over the past few months.

No different at all...

It was different, of course. Now I had no one to depend on if I made a mistake. No one to correct me if I chose the wrong instrument.

Don't think about it! I shut my eyes and counted to five. You're ready! You know exactly what to do!

I heard the door open and turned to accept my first 'client'.

Her name was Fleur-a typical slave name. She'd been guilty of disobedience-a common slave transgression usually handled by the Master or Mistress.

There was something different about this one.

"Put her over here," I pointed toward the right hand side of the room. "Under the winch." I studied the girl's face, saw her shudder as she looked around the big room, her eyes widening as they swept over the array of instruments set up for my use.

She's scared to death, I told myself. I wonder what really brought her here.

"Take the cuffs off and hold her shoulders." I had my own chosen restraint in my hands. "Good." I pulled her freed hands into the thick straps at each end of the spreader bar, pulling the leather tight before locking the buckle. "All right," I attached the hook dangling from the winch to the center of the bar. "I think that will do." I turned to the two guards who had brought her. "Thank you, gentlemen," I gestured toward the door. "I will handle it from here."

They nodded and left, seemingly uninterested in the girl they had brought. The girl that now had all my interest.

"So, Fleur." I walked slowly in front of the girl, looking her over. "Why are you here?"

"I..." She hesitated. "I disobeyed a master."

"Surely there is more to it than that," I took a moment to attach her ankles to another spreader bar, being careful not to give her an opportunity to kick me. "Otherwise your master would have punished you on the spot."

"My master..." She dropped her eyes. "My master wanted to do just that but..."

"It was a different master you disobeyed?" I took the winch's control box in my hands. "Someone your own master ordered you to please?" I touched a control and started taking up the slack in the overhead line attached to her spreader bar. "Why did you do that?"

"He was gross!" Her voice rose for the first time. "Fat, ugly, disgusting!" She looked at me, eyes wild. "I just couldn't do what he wanted!"

"I see." Her arms rose as the winch took in more slack. "He didn't meet your standards." I raised an eyebrow. "The standards of a common slave girl."

She shivered at my tone-and, now that her toes were off the floor, I took a moment to look her over. She was beautiful, of course-all slave girls were. This one was shorter than most but very nicely curved, with really good hips and breasts somewhat larger than you would expect on the frame of a girl this size. Her hair was bright red-a natural color that harkened back to Irish or Scottish ancestry, as did her blue-green eyes.

Eyes that were scared as hell-and fixed on me.

"Ten lashes have been ordered," I walked over to my workbench and chose a lightweight bullwhip-it would hurt but it wouldn't do any permanent damage. "Front and back as I wish." I moved back in front of her, raised an eyebrow in question. "Do you understand why you're getting this punishment?"

"Yes, master." Her voice was low, frightened.

"Will I ever see you here again?"

"No, master," she shook her head quickly. "No!"

"Good." I pulled the whip back-and decided to give Steele and the others a bit of a show. "Prepare yourself."

I lashed out at her right hip, watched her sway to the side in an almost unconscious effort to avoid the whip which just missed. I smiled. She's flexible, I drew the lash back. Good!

The next cut went at her left hip. Again she swayed away from it, allowing the lash to go on by. I slashed at her right hip, watched her move out of the way, switched to the left-then the right-then the left.

It became a dance of sorts. The whip flashing in one direction or the other, the girl dodging as best she could, her hips swaying to the movement. It was a real effort for her and she began to sweat, the sheen shining across her body.

Left, right, left... I watched her move, her body swinging from side to side. Right, left...

She was getting tired, the strain and the constant movement weighing on her. "Please," she cried. "Please..."

I kept the whip moving, alternating sides, coming closer and closer.

The sweat grew heavier, began to drip onto the ground beneath her feet. Finally, nearly exhausted, the girl bit into her lip.

And stood stock still.

SWAP! My lash wrapped around her hip, the leather curling around her ass and bringing a shriek of pain from the girl.

She dodged the next stroke and the one after.

"I can keep this up all afternoon," I told her, my whip still moving from side to side. "You'll stay right where you are until you've had the full ten."

"Please..." She tried to remain still, closing her eyes until...

SWAP! The lash wrapped around her left hip, the tip just touching the back lip of her cunt.

Her eyes snapped open as she screamed in pain-and the dance began again. Left, right, left...

Left.

Another shriek as the whip wrapped around her, leaving an angry red stripe in its wake.

Left again. The girl's movements were slowing as exhaustion set in. Right, left, right... She did her best to move out of the way of my lash until...

SWAP! This one went home right under her bellybutton, the front of the whip cutting down from her navel to the very tip of her cunt.

Her shriek was louder than before.

"Six more." I aimed higher, at her right breast. She barely had enough give in her bonds to avoid it. I went at her left breast, her right, her left...

She sagged in her bonds, crying, unable to move as the whip touched her right breast, lashed out again at her left, then back at her right. She was screaming constantly now, feeling constant pain, each lash timed to give her no time to recover. I moved to her right; put two stripes across her rather nicely curved ass.

"Just one more." I stepped back in front of her. "One you'll remember for a long time." I set my feet, let the whip come back, than lashed it forward.

Right between her legs.

"That's the last one, slave." I tossed the whip aside. "But you have one last task to perform." I picked up the control box, lowered her limp, sobbing body, slowly. "Kneel here, in front of me." I let her have enough slack to do so, locked the line there. "Now," I unbuttoned my fly, pushed it open. "Pleasure me." I looked down at her. "And you'd better be totally pleasing."

She was.