She was standing, arms stretched above her head, suspended from a leather leash that ran from her cuffs to a hook in the ceiling. She was fastened securely, and grateful that she was not bound too tightly. She hated being whipped while she was pulled up on her toes. 

“Ohh!” she cried out – she had not even heard that one coming. He must have changed implements. Before there had been the whistle of the belt in warning, but this landed quite suddenly with more of a thud. ”OH!” as another followed quickly.

“Arch your back,” he said. ”I want to see your ass pushing out, offering.” 

“Yes, Sir,” she said, thinking oh, this is why I’m not tied taut, but

“That’s two on the thighs,” he said. ”You are not allowed words.” A pause – she started to apologize, but bit her lip instead. Then – whack – the right thigh – was that the bamboo spatula? Again – whack on the left thigh and she cried out – wordlessly.

Then he was in front of her, taking one breast in his hand, sucking the nipple, hard, making her moan, switching to the other nipple. She couldn’t see what was in his hand.

“Open,” he said, and she spread her legs more widely. He stepped back a bit and she could see the medium strap in one hand. The other hand moved between her legs, opening her lips, feeling her wetness. Two fingers penetrating, making her moan with pleasure.

The fingers withdrawn, she sighed – but the other hand brought the strap up between her legs, and she cried out. Again the fingers between her legs, this time his mouth on her nipple too, moaning, ohhhh…

and stepping back, the strap slapping firmly, directly on her tender pussy, her clit swollen and half exposed – then the fingers…

“You like that, don’t you, baby,” he said. ”Hot, wet cunt… so sweet… do you want more?’

She moaned, still careful not to speak, the fingers withdrawn – and slap, the strap landing…

And he stops, moving behind her again, leaving her moaning with pleasure pain longing for more and wanting him to stop…

but she hears the whissssh, braces herself – Ohhhhhhh – Ohhhh –

“There you go,” he said. ”The switch. One of the ones you cut for us the other day. It’s been soaking in water, just waiting for this. Ohhhh I wish you could see this pretty welt.” His finger traced it, making her whimper.

Whisssssh and it landed again – 3 times – quickly, each one above or below the previous one. By the third, she was almost screaming.

“Just two more of these, just two more with the switch,” he says, rubbing her ass gently, slipping fingers inside her making her moan – pleasure so deep inside her —

and then the whistle, it lands and she cries out. The final one crosses several of the earlier welts and she gasps, tears starting…

“Good girl,” he says, “Good girl, give me your tears, yes. That’s my girl.” And he picks up the wooden paddle.