“Did I do well?” she asked nervously. I think she was half afraid I would criticise her performance and carry out my threat to whip her. Or perhaps she hoped for it.
“Very well,” I said. “You are learning. We shall make a useful little slut out of you yet.”
After that I couldn’t resist pushing things a bit further. Sometimes I would order her to kneel and I would whip her with a leather strap she supplied for the purpose. She cried out as the cruel lashes bit into her skin, but I never stopped just because of that. I would whip her until I felt she had all the resistance beaten out of her, that she was fully and entirely submissive. The consequence of this was that she often had bruises on her bottom, and even on her breasts, because I liked to whip them too. At first I was concerned tha
