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YOU DISAPPOINT ME
(Kim Hardwick)

"You disappoint me, Amy, you really do."  I adjusted my necktie while viewing the spectacle that was Amy with profound sadness.  How had it come to this, I wondered?

"Please Marcus, no more; I can't take this no more."  

I turned the five inch nails in my left hand while wondering if her statement, said in the form of a request, was reasonable under the circumstances.

After all, Amy had failed to read the script and tried to ad lib her lines.  Not very professional.  And then she had the nerve to accuse me of being a fake 'dom'.  Even now, while I bring the nail to her right breast, resting on the wooden table, the sting of her accusation wounds me again.

"Amy, I thought you said I was a phony?  I thought you said I didn't have it in me to hurt you?"  Pressing the pointed tip of the nail to her breast, and raising the hammer up to ear level, I looked back down into her terror filled eyes.

"Whose sorry now, Amy?"

BANG

The sound of the hammer striking home was almost as loud as the scream from Amy.  There is, in truth, something sexy about a woman screaming in pain and for mercy.  Almost as if it's something natural; part of what makes a woman a woman.

"PLEASE, NO, STOP IT!  PLEASE, I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT!"  

I was about to tell her I was going to do whatever I wanted whether or not she gave me leave.  Women can be so dense at times.

I stood back from her crying, writhing form.  Surprisingly, there's little blood coming from where I hammered the ten nails into her breast.  I only used six hypodermic needles to secure her nipples.  The fact that only blood, and not milk came out, further angered me.  I specifically stated in my ad that I required the services of a lactating woman in 'fine' shape for this shoot.  It was going to be a short, intense film; a filler so to speak for a pay per view venue (PPV).

Thanks to Amy, I would have to now scrap the promotional materials for the PPV and try to market it as a typical SM pain fest.  Shaking my head in disgust and disappointment, (disgust at how untrustworthy women are and how gullible I had been to actually believe a woman when she assures me of something).  Looking down at this twenty two year old blond with the magnificent breasts and wondrous butt, I knew I had to teach her a lesson.

"Amy, I will try not to yell at you, but you need to pay attention to me.  Stop with the fucking crying, put on your big girl panty."  I stepped forward and knelt before her.

"Thank you for not crying.  First of all, I want you to know you have fucked up this shoot by lying to me.  You told me you were lactating. It's obvious that you are not.  You lied to me.  Secondly, I have to now turn this film into a run of the mill pain training film and somehow hope I don't lose too much money.  I was paid money to film a lactating bitch getting trained.  Your now lactating obviously will make a liar out of me."  I stand up and glare at her.

"I hope you are ready for what I'm about to dish out.  You fucking lying cunt."

After that, I lost count of how many lashes I gave her with my bullwhip.  Easily 100.  Maybe more.  I then retrieved a large red candle, lit and then pressed the flame up to her anus.  Her intense screams mollified me somewhat; but I was still furious with her.

"What's that you're saying Amy?  I can't hear you!"  I'm now using the rattan cane, officially certified by the Indonesian Ministry of Education for punishment detail.  The cane is certainly punishing Amy.  Her screams have now taken on a foreign flavor to them.  Instead of using English, she's now screaming in tongues.  The cane does that to women.