“You will get 12 strokes with this riding crop. You will count the strokes out loud. After each one, you will thank me and ask for the next. If you lose count, we will start again. If you keep count, and sound appropriately grateful right to the end, you will get a reward. Do you understand?”
My brain raced – twelve, and I had to be grateful and ask for each one. What else could he possible ask of me to make this more demeaning?
Still, strapped down straddling this stool, with my already red ass high in the air in the perfect position for punishing, I was hardly in a position to negotiate. Besides, the earlier ministrations over his knee, followed by the paddling and corner time, had banished any last thoughts I may have had that I was anything but under his total control. I had wanted… no, needed… to be taken in hand and punished and he had certainly delivered on his promise. It was time to submit to what I hoped would be this final humiliation. And beside, who knew what the reward would be if I could receive these final strokes well? He’d already exposed my body’s subconscious arousal to the pain and degradation so far, perhaps he’d take pity on me and finally use his big cock to bring me crashing into orgasm and relief.
“Yes, I understand.” I stammered.
“Very well, we’ll begin.”
I felt the cold slick leather swat return to my left buttock. In some ways, the rubbing back and forth eased the throbbing of my earlier paddling. He tapped a few times, finding the perfect spot with which to begin.
“Thwaaaack”. My head jerked up as the swat landed square on the sit spot on my left cheek. God, he’d put some strength behind that.
“Aaaaahh!” I caught my breath. “One… thank you, sir.” I gasped. “Please… may I…. have another?” I managed to force out, despite the fact that, on one level, I wanted anything but.
“You may”, he sniggered. “Since you ask so nicely.”
The swat returned to my right cheek. Again, he tapped several times, building the suspense before bringing it cracking down to give me a matching stripe on the other buttock.
“Aaaaaahhhhhhh!” I shrieked. It took me a longer moment to catch my breath between sobs this time, the tears already running freely down my cheeks. My bottom felt like it was on fire, each buttock where he’d whipped me was already searing beyond anything I could have possibly imagined.
“T-two”, I gulped. “Th-thank you…sir… … please… may I have another?” I managed to get out in a rush, finally.