Bored with anal training part III

in #bdsm4 years ago

Part 1: https://steemit.com/bdsm/@bdsm-fiction/bored-with-anal-training-part-i
Part 2: https://steemit.com/bdsm/@bdsm-fiction/bored-with-anal-training-part-ii

She lay down on the bed, her breasts open and exposed to the punishment he would deal out.

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He stood besides her, holding the cruel whip.

"I will strike your tits 10 times. You will not try to cover them with your hands. If you do, you will be punished additionally. If you want to, you can now choose to have them handcuffed."

She knew that she preferred having her hands free, so that she could at least trash around with them to release some pain.

"I will not touch them Sir", her voice trembled.

When the whip came down the first time the pain seared through her body. She screamed loudly.

"Count, or I will act as if that strike never happened"

"One! she yelled."

Whack

"Two"

Around 5 the tears came to her eyes, but it was when she looked down after number 9 that she really started to cry. She could see the welts the whip had left horizontally over her breasts. She could deal with that, she knew that they would heal, but she should have thought better before she chose. Only 2 weeks from now, she was going on a summer holiday with her family, and the welts would not be healed by than, her breasts might even still be bruised..."

"Ten" she whispered in a broken voice.

Immediately after the whip had come down for the tenth and last time she covered her breasts with her hands and held them. She rolled over on her side, assumed a fetal position and quietly cried

"I suggest that you continue your anal training routine for a while no?"

"Yes Sir"

Get up, and go home. I expect you to train today, it will drive home the message. I will send you a video which you should watch during the training.

"Yes Sir".

She put on her clothes, but she couldn't get her bra on. It hurt too much. She put it in her purse, and left her Masters place, feeling worthless and humiliated.