Lessons with the Whip

***This story dedicated to my Master. For taking the time and care to teach me the lessons I need, even when I try to resist. I am a grateful, stronger pet.***

The pet struggled against the ropes binding her to the hard wooden chair. The rough rope was biting in to the delicate flesh on her wrists, ankles, and knees. Her neck was beginning to strain from trying to keep watch on the door, hoping Master would join her soon. He had tied her to the sturdy chair so that she was kneeling on the seat and leaning over the back. They had argued earlier and after tying her up, Master had stormed away, leaving the pet in the dimly lit, cold room. In his anger, Master had tied the ropes very tight. And angered him she had. The topic was an old one and Master was getting frustrated with the pet for not being able to grasp it. 

The pet was starting to panic. Master had never left her tied up for so long without his presence. She tried to calm her breathing and concentrate on anything except the horrible feeling of not being able to move or even take a deep breath. Being bound wasn't anything new but these ropes were rough and she was getting scared of how angry Master truly was. 

Suddenly the door flew open and slammed against the wall with a loud bang. The pet felt the vibrations of the slam travel up the chair legs. The thudding of Master’s boots against the floor seemed in time with the hard beating of her heart. He stopped right beside her; she could barely make out his form out of the corner of her eye. The pet dared not turn her head to look at him unless instructed to do so.

Master let out a slow, deep sigh. Movement against his leg showed he had something in his hand. He stood there silently; the pet could feel the weight of his gaze upon her naked, vulnerable form. He took another deep breath before finally speaking.

“What am I going to do with you?” Such a simple question, but carrying so much weight when spoken in the low, disappointed voice of her Master. The lack of her name “pet” was like an echoing void. Tears filled the pet’s eyes and ran down her face as she tried to hold back any noise. She watched her tears hit the floor silently as she quietly gasped in a breath. Why can’t I convince myself, why can’t I remember my lessons, the desperate reproach filled her mind. 

Without warning, Master’s hand grabbed her hair and yanked her head up, forcing the pet to look at him. His eyes angrily bore into hers as he spoke.

“I tire of explaining this to you, pet,” he hissed, spittle hitting her in the face, highlighting his anger. “This time I will make sure it’s a lesson you’ll not soon forget.” With that he dropped her head and moved swiftly to stand behind her. The pet could hear the something in his hand swishing on the ground, make her shudder involuntarily. Master stood behind the pet, far enough away that she could not even feel his warmth. Then Master rested the object in his hand on the pet’s back. It felt strange as she analyzed the feel of it to figure out what it was. It was cool but not too cold, so leather perhaps but felt a little rough but it felt like there were several objects curled in, or perhaps one long coiled….THE WHIP!

The pet’s eyes widened as she pulled at her restraints, eyes wild and pleading. She whimpered in fear, just barely remembering not to speak. The pet hated the whip of all of Master’s punishments, and Master was terribly skilled at using the whip. He could make it feel like he was slicing her flesh and not leave any trace but a small pink welt. 

Master chuckled darkly, “Yes, disobedient pet, this lesson will be inflicted with my whip. And you will, learn it, won’t you?” 

Hearing herself called pet again, even if a disobedient pet, gave her some small courage. Still terror filled her and she could do little more than whimper and nod her head. This was incorrect.

CRACK!

The pet cried out as the whip suddenly lashed her backside. She tried to quickly silence her cry, but that had caught her off guard. Master spoke again. 

“Now, I’ll try again. You will learn this lesson, won’t you?” His voice was a little louder and laced with fierce anger. The pet suddenly realized her earlier error in only nodding to his question.

“Yes, sir, the whip will make me learn the lesson, sir,” she said in a brittle voice.

“Better,” said Master. “Now, you will not count these blows but rather think about what each of them mean. The lesson will end when I feel it should end and not before. I do not expect you to remain silent but you should endeavor to accept your lesson with a minimum of fuss, do you understand me?”

The pet spoke quickly, not wanting to make a second mistake, but with a voice filled with fear, “Yes, Master.” 

“’Yes, Master’ what, pet? Do you wish to add anything?” he growled out slowly.

“Yes, Master, thank you, sir, for my lesson,” the pet cried out, feeling Master stroke her ass with the handle of the whip. 

“You’re welcome,” he said simply, before taking a step back and starting to paint the pet’s pale ass cheeks with the black leather whip.

CRACK! 

CRACK!

CRACK!

The pet was able to remain silent as the first three blows reigned down in quick succession. She could not, however, stop the tears.

CRACK!

CRACK!

The tears did not only come from the white hot pain of the whips lashes but from her sorrow at disappointing her Master once again.

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

She bit her lip to keep back the whimper of pain, trying to take her lesson with some grace, knowing it would please Master. 

CRACK!

CRACK!

The whip’s lashes were getting harder, feeling like they were slicing her flesh to ribbons. The pet was trying in vain to stifle her cries.

CRACK!

The angry lashes were beginning to fall on already painful flesh and the pet could not hold back her sobs any longer.

CRACK! 

CRACK!

Even through her own cries and tears, she could hear Master’s heavy breathing as he labored over her with the whip.

CRACK!

CRACK!

The pet cried out loudly as the last lash fell harder than any of the others. She was sobbing freely now and hanging weakly over the back of the chair, no longer fighting the ropes or the whip. Master came over and stood directly behind her, resting his open palm on the hot and reddened flesh of his pet’s ass. She could feel him breathing heavily and the sweat from his palm was stinging her raw skin. When he spoke, it was in a voice so quiet she had to hold her panting breath to hear him. 

“I am your Master, my pet, your dominant. Never doubt me again.”

The pet choked back a different sob, this time over hearing Master call her ‘his pet.’ She had to clear her throat to answer him and he gave her time. “Yes, sir. You are my Master and I will not doubt you, sir,” the pet paused to take a breath. “Thank you, dear Master, for my lesson. I will remember the whip, sir. You are kind to use it to help me learn.” The pet had learned how to properly thank her Master for his teachings as one of her first lessons. It, too, had involved the whip. 

Master’s hand began stroking the tender flesh of his pet’s thighs. It was then that the pet noticed Master’s hard erection pressing into her. Using the whip always aroused her Master so. He rubbed his large bulge against her ass, the rough jean material scraping against her. She moaned in pleasure despite the discomfort. 

“Very good, my pet,” Master purred. “It seems like my pet may have had another reaction to her lesson, besides her tears.” Master’s fingers moved to the pet’s pussy, hot and dripping wet. She moaned as he slowly stroked inside coating his fingers in her juices. He stilled at the sound and walked swiftly to stand beside her head. Master grabbed her hair and forced his fingers inside her mouth. 

“Suck them dry, you little slut. And prepare to make amends for forcing me to punish you this evening,” Master spoke forcefully again, pushing his fingers deep into his pet’s mouth while releasing his throbbing erection with the other hand. A small smile graced his face as he saw his eager little slut lap her own pussy juices off his fingers then crane her neck to lap at his cock. 

“Beg for it, slut. Beg for me to fuck that pretty, slutty face of yours.”

“Please, Master, let me have your cock, sir,” the pet begged, reaching out with her tongue to try to taste her Master’s beloved cock. “Please use my mouth and throat, sir, please.” 

Satisfied, Master gripped her hair with both hands and plunged his cock deep in her throat, forcing it deeper and holding her head on it. He released her to breathe before setting a furious rhythm of fucking her throat and making her gag on his cock. Master’s head tipped back as he felt his pet’s throat convulse on the sensitive cock head. When he spoke, it was a deep growl that vibrated down to his pet’s very soul.

“What at good, slutty little pet I have. Do you like your Master fucking your face like this? Shoving my hard cock down that tight little throat of yours?” Master trailed a hand down the pet’s back and shoved two fingers in her dripping pussy. “I guess so,” he said, the pet unable to answer him around a throat-full of wonderfully hard cock. 

Master began to fuck her pussy with his fingers just as hard as he fucked her face with his cock. The pet moaned around his cock and Master groaned loudly, feeling the vibration in his balls, making them tighten. He added a third finger to his pet’s hot pussy, her moans competing with the wet squelching pussy noises. Master felt her internal muscles start to flutter as goose bumps broke out all over her skin.

“You will cum with me, my pet, and not before, do you understand?” He took her corresponding moan as a yes.

Master could feel his orgasm approaching and sped up his fucking fingers to make sure his pet came with him. His grip tightened in her hair as his hips sped up, forcing his cock further down his pet’s throat. 

“Cum, pet, cum NOW!” He roared and pushed his cock down her throat, filling it with load after load of hot cum. He could feel his pet’s pussy spasm hard, cumming around his fingers, her own release dripping down onto the chair beneath her. Master slowly released her hair and pulled back slightly, allowing his pet to suck the last drops from his softening cock and clean any cum she may have missed.

The pet hummed gratefully as she cleaned her Master’s cock, so exhausted but so thankful to be able to serve her Master. He stroked her hair and leaned over to kiss her, expressing his forgiveness. Master then moved to untie his pet, one knot at a time, rubbing down her arms and then her legs as he released them, kissing the red marks left by the ropes. He helped her stand and then led her over to the bed, helping her to lie down gingerly avoiding her very sore ass. Master then arranged himself around her, pulling her to him, holding her tightly. 

The pet sighed and smiled at Master for his gentle care after her lesson. Her voice was hoarse as she tried to speak her gratitude, but the Master just smiled and kissed her gently but deeply. Knowing, like he always did, just how grateful his pet was. The pet sighed again as Master stroked her hair and told her to sleep, thankful for each of her Master’s lessons, no matter in what form they are given.