Bill could feel the sticky wetness from the secretions of his cock on his stomach as he lay bound across the table with the riding crop resting on his bottom. He was nervous and worrying about his vulnerability as she left him for a few moments. ‘Where was she?’ ‘What was she doing?’ he wondered.

Sal though was soon back with him. He turned his head to the side and saw her handbag placed inches from his face.

“Have you got a vegetable peeler?” she asked him.

“Y...yes, Miss,” he told her. “First drawer to the right of the cooker.”

His heart began to pound now.

Moments later she returned and began to delve into her handbag. He was intrigued when she took out a small brown paper bag. His nostrils began to pick up the smell of something spicy. Suddenly she delved inside with her hand and pulled out a large root of ginger.

“Ginger, Miss?” he asked her.

“Who gave you permission to speak?” she snapped. “Yes, it is ginger.”

He had used it in cooking before but he always preferred the ready prepared paste. This was a three pronged root. Slowly and carefully He watched as she slowly and carefully cut off the two outer root protrusions leaving just a large one in the centre. The scent of the spice filled the air as she began to peel the hard outer skin from the root.

“Ever heard of figging?” she asked him.

“Frigging?”

“Frigging, Miss,” she said sternly. “No I meant figging. F-i-g-g-i-n-g,” she spelled out.

“No, Miss.”

“Well, I was going to suggest that you Google it, but that would be rather difficult, wouldn’t it in your condition?” she told him. “So, I’ll give you a practical lesson.”

He watched as she carefully cleaned away all the hard skin and smoothed the root down until there was just left a protrusion the size of a small thin penis.

“There,” she exclaimed, “I think we are ready now.” She added as she held up the bare root. “By the way, that’s two more extra strokes.”

She moved behind him and laid the root on his bottom alongside the crop before going over to the kitchen sink. Suddenly it dawned on him where that piece of ginger root was about to end up. Instinctively, he pulled with his arms but they were well and truly bound. There was no escape for him. He had once got some ginger on a small cut on a finger. It had stung like hell. The penis shaped piece of root was going to be inserted into his bottom. It would sting and there was no escape.

He turned his face and saw her wash her hands before getting a glass tumbler from the cupboard and filling it with water. She did not acknowledge him as she returned to the table and took the root and placed it inside the glass of water. But she did acknowledge him when she went to the head of the table. Sal squatted down and began to stroke his hair as she looked him in the eye.

“You have probably guessed my now what I am going to do with the ginger root, haven’t you?” she said to him.

“Yes, Miss,” he sighed.

“It will sting,” she told him as she stroked his forehead. “It will burn. It will bring tears to your eyes. But I am sure that you are man enough to take it.”

“Yes, Miss,” he groaned.

“But I will be merciful,” she told him. “Keep it in for a full ten minutes and I will reduce your punishment for incompetence to zero strokes. There will still be six strokes for insolence though. How does that sound, Bill?”

“Thank you, Miss,” he told her.

“Good, Bill,” she replied. “I knew that you would see it my way.”

Sal stood up and reached for the scarf. Standing in front of him she folded it in two and began to place it around his eyes. “You won’t mind if I blindfold you,” she said. “I need to strip down to my stockings and suspenders. I always do when I punish naughty boys like you.”

The thought of her punishing him, naked, except for stockings and suspenders made him groan. He welcomed the darkness and he also welcomed the sound of her zipper. He heard her stepping out of her dress and heard the snapping of her bra clasp. Finally he heard her stepping out of her panties.

“You will look after these for me, won’t you, Bill, please?” she said.

He felt silk material being pushed under his face and immediately his nostrils were filled with a musky aroma.

Bill groaned loudly as he realised that her damp panties were now covering his face. No longer could he smell the ginger root and no longer did he think about his forthcoming pain as she moved to the bottom of the table.

He couldn’t see her lift the root out of the glass, but he did feel the drops of water falling onto his bottom. He also felt her fingers gently prising his anus open and then he felt the tip of the root pressing its way inside him. All he could feel was wetness as first as she pushed it all the way inside. Then he felt a warm sensation. For a few moments he wondered why she had made such a big thing about the pain but then the warm sensation began to grow. Slowly it got hotter and hotter and then it began to burn.

“Just nine minutes left now, Bill,” she told him.

He wanted to shout out. He wanted to scream but he held back. He did gasp loudly though when Sal took the base of the root and turned it a full circle inside him.

“Eight minutes,” she told him.

He could feel streams of water running down his cheeks onto the panties under his face as she twisted the root once again. He could also hear his own soft cries now. The pain was producing involuntary moans and groans. He heard her say ‘five minutes’ as his breath quickened. He wanted to shout stop; he wanted to shout at her to release him. But he desisted. He was a man, not a wimp and, as well as all the pain, there was also excitement. Sal was stroking the base of his cock and his testicle sac as she moved the root in and out of him.

It was sheer torture. It was sheer agony. He heard the words ‘three minutes’ and ‘two minutes’ come from her lips as he began to thrash about with his hips. The words ‘one minute’ were faint over his own loud moans and cries. He bit his lips as he came to the point where he could not take any more and then he felt the root being withdrawn.

“Well done, Bill,” she told him.

He heaved a huge sigh of relief and began to relax, even though the pain was still there. For a few moments he completely forgot about the rest of the punishment.

“Just the crop left now, Bill,” she told him.

He hardly had a chance to catch his breath as the first stroke came down on his bottom. It caught him off guard and almost cost him dearly. He remembered just in time though. “Thank you, Miss. First stroke,” he told her.

A second one came a few moments later, quickly followed by another; each one followed by his thanks as well as his count. Each one brought a scream from his lips and caused him to rise off the table. The forth one followed as his tears began to stream again. The fifth one came and went, and then came the final one.

“Thank you, Miss. Sixth stroke,” he sobbed. “”Thank you for my punishment.”

It was over. His punishment was finally over. Sal moved to the front of the table and put her clothes back on before untying his hands. His bottom stung and his anus was burning but he was still grateful for his punishment. Sal hugged him and helped him stand up. Then she took hold of his erection. Despite all that pain; despite his tears still flowing he was still sexually excited.

Sal began to move her hand back and forth. “Did you enjoy that, Bill?” she asked him.

“Yes, Miss,” he replied with pain in his voice.

“Going to be a naughty boy again, are you, Bill?” she asked as her strokes got quicker.

“No, Miss,” he replied.

“Don’t you mean, yes, Miss?”

“Yes, Miss,” he sighed.

“That’s better,” she told him as she brought him closer to orgasm. “I like to undress and punish naughty boys like you.”

Bill began to groan loudly. He could feel his orgasm approaching. He closed his eyes as he began to imagine what she looked like without that dress on. He put his arm around her waist, mainly to steady himself but he could feel her suspender belt. He could feel the lace. He could feel the start of the strap that would reach down her soft white thighs to the stocking top that it held in place. “Oh God,” he cried out.

“That’s a good boy,” she said as she let go of him.

Bill opened his eyes. A large stream of his white cum lay across the table and droplets were still dripping from the tip of his cock. His anus still burned and the flesh on his bottom stung, but he was a satisfied man. It had all been worthwhile .