0 comments/ 38737 views/ 3 favorites A Painful Visit Ch. 1 By: TxSweets She slowly opened her eyes as the soft ding of the intercom pulled her from the peaceful dream she had been having. The rehearsed voice on the speaker was letting passengers know that we would be landing soon, and the sleep cleared from her mind instantly as she realized she hadn't finished her instructions yet. She quickly unbuckled her seat belt and stood, then remembered the silent headphones still on her head. The tape had probably quit long ago. She dropped the headphones and cassette player into her empty seat and hurried to the bathroom. She stepped inside the tiny cubicle and smiled at her reflection in the hazy mirror before lifting up her short sundress, and slipping her shaking hands inside the thin strap of her panties and pulling them down. She hesitated just for a second and thought about leaving them on. The prospect of wearing nothing under her dress filled her mind, but she made a quick decision when she thought of how He would react, and stepped out of them. She began to fold them neatly, and then realized she had nowhere to put them until she got back to her seat. She felt her face go warm when she thought of having to carry them to her seat with her, in plain sight of everyone there. "Oh well," she thought, and took a deep breath before turning the handle and walking out. She plopped back down into her seat and buckled her seatbelt again, waiting anxiously for the plane to land. The thought crossed her mind that there was still time to back out but she knew she wouldn't do that either. No, this was something she wanted to experience. Something she needed to experience. She wouldn't back out – couldn't back out and she knew it. Half an hour later she stepped from the terminal and looked around. It took her a minute to find Him amidst all the people coming and going, but when she did, her heart leapt into her throat. The way He was looking at her sent chills down her spine. She stood there, not quite sure what to do. His eyes traveled over her body, slowly, drinking in the image before Him. He smiled and nodded His approval and she realized she'd been holding her breath waiting for His nod of satisfaction. She slowly let it out and smiled at Him. Even from across the room He had a hold on her. Something she couldn't resist, something she didn't want to fight. He was moving towards her, but her feet felt glued to the ground. "I'm glad you made it all right." His voice was so deep, so sexy. She could feel her sex moisten and grow hot. His strong arms came around her body, pulling her into a tight embrace that would leave her breathless. His hands traveled down her back until they rested on her ass, cupping it in His hands. She felt her face flush as He spread her ass cheeks in the middle of this busy airport, searching for the small butt plug He had asked her to wear. She had forgotten she even had it in until she felt Him give it a small push through the thin material of her dress, sending tingles of pleasure through her. "Very good," she heard Him whisper to her, and her heart melted at the simple praise. Now she remembered why she couldn't turn back. He patted her ass gently and picked up the one carry-on she had and started away. "We had better get you home." She watched him walk away, His shoulders moving gracefully beneath His shirt, and she was filled with uncertainty. Of what was ahead of her, what she would have to face and go through for this Man she cared so much about. He turned and saw her still standing where He had left her and his face darkened a bit. "We don't have all day, My pet." There was something in His voice that seemed to be the solvent for the glue that held her feet, because instantly she was following Him, always just a step behind. After picking up her one small bag they started toward His car. He had no difficulty carrying both of the bags, they were pretty small as He had told her she wouldn't be needing much clothing. This had embarrassed her at first, she had simply sighed, and packed only the essentials. Arriving at the car, He tossed her the keys and asked her to open the trunk and she fumbled for a minute, finding the right one. She could almost sense His impatience as He waited behind her. Finally finding the right one, she let out a small sigh of relief as the trunk popped open, and she stepped back so that He could drop the bags in. She could feel His gaze on her and looked up to find Him watching her with an expression she couldn't quite place. She found, she couldn't look him in the eye and after a few seconds she let her eyes drop and her head lower. He stepped toward her and kissed the top of her head, pulling her body close to His before releasing her, slamming the lid of the trunk down, and walking around to the drivers side. They were near silent as He drove them to the little cottage, comfortable in the quiet. Occasionally His hand would drift over to rest on her knee, then travel up her thigh. The tight squeeze that followed would always trigger a sharp breath from her, and He would chuckle quietly to Himself before removing His hand once again. She could see the excitement dancing in His eyes and she imagined how He must feel right now. Like finally being able to take His toy home to play with, if even for a short time. The realization of her thoughts struck her hard, and she leaned her head back on the headrest and closed her eyes. She was afraid of what might lie ahead. Worried, that now that this day was actually here, she would not please Him as much as He had hoped for in the beginning. His voice cut through her thoughts and now she was sure the excitement was there. She could hear it. "Yes. Rest, little one. I think you'll find you'll be needing your strength." The loud slam of the trunk jolted her from her sleep, and she sat up quickly. The car wasn't moving anymore and she could just see Him disappearing inside the beautiful little house. It wasn't very big. Judging from the outside, probably no more than 2 or 3 bedrooms. But it was set out seemingly in the middle of nowhere, nothing but nature surrounding them. It donned on her suddenly that she had no idea how far they'd driven. She didn't know even where she was and this brought a wave of panic to her stomach. She took a few deep breaths and tried to calm down, telling herself not to worry. That she trusted Him. She stepped out of the car just as He poked His head back out the door. "Good morning sleepy head!" he called. She smiled back at him and took one more deep breath and headed towards Him. He opened the door for her, and stepped back, followed her inside and closed the door solidly behind Him. The living room was set up very modestly, a television, VCR and stereo filling a small entertainment center and in front of that, a couch, and two comfortable looking recliners, all three done in rich leather, with two end tables positioned between the furniture. She didn't know He was there until she felt the blindfold being slid over her eyes. She willed her muscles to relax and she slowly adjusted to being without her sight. She stood there, long after His hands had left, not knowing what she was waiting for. She didn't move, or even turn her head when she heard Him across the room and was feeling quite proud of herself when she felt her dress being tugged up. She obediently lifted her arms and felt the smooth cloth gliding over her bare tits. Her nipples instantly hardened as the cool air attacked them and she brought her arms up to cross over her chest, but was quickly rewarded with a sharp sting on her ass. She cried out and brought her hands instead, to cover her injured bum only to have the next lash come down on the backs of her hands. She knew she had to get control of herself and brought her hands back down to her sides as the third lash landed squarely on the backs of her thighs. She stifled a moan and heard the approval in His voice as He calmly thanked her for putting her arms back down where He had left them. She could feel the tears behind her blindfold, but remained perfectly quiet, and still, while He finished whatever it was He was doing. The next thing she felt were His hands on her elbows, roughly pulling her arms behind her, then the sensation of rope being wrapped around her wrists, and tied rather tightly, holding her arms at an uncomfortable angle. She knew better than to protest, but still couldn't help wincing. She heard Him laugh softly to himself and realized for the first time that He was actually enjoying watching her in the small amount of pain He had caused her this far. The revelation sent a cold ball of fear straight to her stomach and she started to tremble as she anticipated what He had in store for her for the next couple of days. She would later find she had much to worry about. A Painful Visit Ch. 2 She had no idea how long she'd been standing there, but her arms were starting to ache terribly. She couldn't hear Him in the room anymore but knew He must be there. Perhaps waiting on her to move, or to cry out. And she was determined not to give Him that. It was becoming harder and harder to stand here, she felt her knees wanted to collapse. If only she could shift her weight just a little… A sharp pain in her nipple quickly brought her thoughts around back to Him and she jumped a little at the sudden, painful contact. The pain came again in her other nipple and she bit down on her lip to keep from calling out. She had just begun to adjust to the new sensations when she felt her wrists being untied, moved, then retied above her head. Testing the rope, she discovered He had anchored them to the doorway she had been standing in. Before she had much more time to worry about this, she heard his voice commanding her to open her mouth. She did so immediately and was rewarded with a ball gag placed firmly between her lips. She had kept pretty calm until now, but this latest intrusion brought a whole new fear to her. She couldn't breathe. She had always been terrified of suffocating. Her breath quickened and she started to pull on her bonds and yelling behind the gag. She heard His voice telling her to be still and desperately tried to calm herself down. She at least managed to stop thrashing about so wildly, and willed herself to take in long deep breaths through her nose, but knew she was still whining rather loudly. He had to be able to hear it, even from behind her gag. He was behind her now. His body pressed up against hers. She felt His hands on hers, sliding softly down her arms, smoothly, teasing her. Down the sides of her breasts, sending a shock of pleasure through her, then resting firmly on her sides, pulling her against Him. He leaned down and she could feel His hot breath against her neck, felt His lips kiss her softly just behind the ear then His harsh whisper. "You should know better than to fight Me, My pet. I see we will have to make that your first lesson with Me." Her stomach sank at His words. More because she had displeased Him then the promise of punishment, and at the same time, she felt her pussy grow hot and damp at his calm threat. She heard Him walk away and felt cold where His hands had just been. She wanted Him touching her again. Wanted to be sure He was near. The first swat on her ass took her breath away. She wasn't expecting it and it stung terribly. Her body reacted instantly by pulling a little on the tight ropes He had tied. The second blow brought her feet up off the ground and she could feel the tears start to well up behind her blindfold. Over and over the paddle came down hard on her ass and she could feel it grow hot from the attention. If she could she would have begged Him to stop. That she'd do anything if He'd just stop hitting her. The pain was growing unbearable. She couldn't stand it anymore and at the same time, was leaning into the blows. Eagerly awaiting the next slap on her tender ass. She was at a complete loss when the spanking finally ended. She heard herself moan softly through the gag, but didn't know herself if it was out of joy or sorrow that it was over. She could feel his big hand caressing her now. Sliding lovingly over her sore bottom. "Such a beautiful shade of red." His hand slid smoothly from her bottom to her hip, tracing the delicate skin with His palm. She felt His hand glide down between her legs and was surprised to find her pussy was practically dripping. "Well what do we have here? Seems My little slut has enjoyed her spanking." Her body jerked as His words penetrated her and she could almost hear the smile in His voice. "Yes, I think you did." His fingers were weaving circles around her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her. She moaned quietly and lifted her hips, begging Him silently. He sank two fingers easily in her and slowly began to fuck her with them, coming a little quicker and harder every time. After just a few minutes she was lifting her hips to meet His hand, almost fucking herself with His fingers. Every time she'd get near her climax He would slowdown. And eventually stop, letting her calm down completely before He started up again. It was driving her crazy. She needed her release so badly. Just as she thought He would finally let her cum, He stopped abruptly and yanked His fingers out of her, leaving her feeling empty. She heard Him walk across the room, and then the sound of something being dropped then silence again. The gag was starting to make her jaws ache and she worked her muscles around it as best she could trying to relieve the tension. "Would you like me to take that out for you My pet?" She nodded her head slowly and felt His hands in her hair, unbuckling the straps that held it in place. He lifted it from her mouth and softly cleaned her chin of the drool with a tissue. She wished she could see His face right now. She'd give anything to be able to touch Him, to feel His hands. She whispered a quiet "Thank You, Sir," before falling silent again. He was behind her now. She couldn't figure out how He moved so quietly. She never knew what to expect. The element of surprise definitely had it's desired effect though as her cunt was still drooling, and her clit tender and engorged. His hands on her wrists, softly untying the ropes and she felt them give a little and she could finally put them down again. Her heart sank, though, when he simply retied them in their original position behind her back and made no move to take the blindfold off either. He gently pressed on her shoulders, to indicate she was to kneel and she quickly complied, thankful for the rest. She must have gotten very comfortable sitting on the floor like that, because the next thing she felt was his rough hands in her hair. He yanked her head back and she could feel the wet tip of his cock pushing on her lips. She obediently opened her mouth and He pushed inside, chocking her. Her gagging sounds only seemed to make Him more aroused as He fucked her face, keeping time with His own hand as He jerked her head back and forth along His cock. She adjusted quickly to this new situation and began sucking Him in earnest, which was rewarded with a deep moan. Encouraged, she began bobbing her head up and down on Him, swirling her tongue over the head each time she came up far enough. She could taste the warm precum on the tip and she wanted more. She'd always loved the taste of it. She dipped her tongue down in and sucked all she could out of Him before sliding back down his hard shaft. His hips were moving now, fucking her mouth harder and harder. She knew He was near and only doubled up on her efforts, craving the taste of His cum in her mouth. With one last thrust He buried Himself deep into her throat and let out a long thick blast of cum and she eagerly sucked it all down. He pulled slowly from her mouth and reached down to untie the blindfold and pulled it from her eyes. She sat back on her heels, reminding her of her still sore ass, and she lowered her head respectively, basking in the knowledge that she had pleased Him. He smiled down at her and ran His fingers through her hair, gently tugging her head back so that she was looking up at Him. She smiled at Him still licking the last drops of His cum from her lips. "You are a beautiful little cumslut." Just hearing His words made her wet all over again and He could see it in her eyes. She needed to cum so badly, and He knew that too. He grinned at her and reached down to lift her to her feet. "Not yet, My pet. We have plans tonight. If you're a good girl, maybe when we get home you can have your fun too." The frustration was far outweighed by His strong arms around her. He reached down and unhooked both of the clamps holding her nipples in one swift motion. She hadn't expected the pain that followed and felt Him turn her around as she closed her eyes until it had passed. He untied her wrists and she brought them in front of her, gently rubbing the places the rope had marked. "Now go get dressed in that outfit I had you bring." He stopped to look at her. "You did bring it didn't you?" The tone of His voice put every nerve on end. "Yes, Sir, I did," she said quickly. He smiled softly. "Good. I put your things in the first bedroom there, just down the hall." He turned and walked away, heading toward one of the recliners in the middle of the room, completely comfortable in His undressed state, and again she was left watching after Him, admiring His body. She turned and headed down the hall He had pointed out and had no trouble finding the bags He had put on one of the made up beds. She rummaged through one of the bags until she found the things she was looking for. She took the items into the bathroom with her and sat them on the counter. Finding a washcloth in the cabinet she wet it down with hot water and laid it on her face. The steam felt so good and once she had scrubbed her face clean of her earlier tears she carefully applied just a little eyeliner and gloss to her lips. She quickly ran a brush through her hair and put in a pretty clip she had brought to keep it out of her eyes, and picked up her skirt. It was a short black one that He had picked out personally. It flared a little around her thighs, making the material swish over her skin when she made the smallest movement. Next came the bra and silk shirt He had asked she pair with the new skirt. After everything had been zipped, buttoned and tucked in, she stole a glance in the mirror and took a deep breath. She was going to have to get used to going without panties. He had promised her she wouldn't need them around Him. She smoothed down her skirt once more and opened the door. He was there, sitting on the bed waiting for her. He looked so sexy, dressed in pressed jeans, His stiff shirt tucked into them, with just the tiniest hint of that cologne she loved so much. He looked her over, His eyes covering every inch of her body, and she spun around for Him, her skirt flaring out around her thighs. When she stopped she saw an amused grin on His lips. "Perhaps you should be careful about where you choose to spin like that tonight, My pet. Without any panties you make quite a sight when you do that." She felt embarrassed as His implication settled in and headed to her bag, trying desperately to find a pair of panties when she felt His hands on her waist, pulling her back against Him. "I have one more thing for you to put on before we leave." He sat down on the bed and motioned for her to lay across His lap. He flipped her loose skirt up around her thighs, and she felt Him spread her ass cheeks and pull gently on the plug He had had her put there so many hours ago. She relaxed her muscles and felt it slide out of her and she let out a small sigh as her muscles started to tighten up once more. Before she had a chance to move, though, she felt Him dab a cold gel on her bottom and swiftly push in what felt to be another plug. This one was quite a bit larger and stung some as the flared head slipped in. He patted her bottom softly and she stood up, fidgeting a little as she grew accustomed to the larger toy in her ass. He dropped the tube of lube back into the nightstand drawer and headed for the door. "Come along My sweet slut. We don't want to be late for our meeting." She followed Him out into the hallway, still wondering what He had planned for her that evening. A Painful Visit Ch. 4 They hadn't been driving long when she saw a large house come into view. Seems they did have a few neighbors out here, even if they were spaced miles apart. He pulled into the long driveway and she looked at Him quizzically, but only received a secretive smile in answer. She studied the house with great interest, and as they drew closer she thought she saw curtains close in one of the rooms upstairs, like someone had stepped away from them suddenly. She was still wondering about this when He pulled the car to a stop in front of the house and turned to look at her. "This house belongs to a very dear Friend of Mine, as does the cabin we're staying in. He lent it to Me for your visit here and invited us to have dinner with Him tonight. I trust you will be on your best behavior?" She nodded her head slowly as she turned His words over in her mind, trying to find the slightest hint as to His intentions for the night. They got out and walked to the front door, she a step or two behind Him always. They stepped up on the porch and He turned to look at her one last time, silent commands in His eyes before He reached up and rang the doorbell. It seemed the girl was standing by the door waiting on them because instantly the big heavy door opened and she stepped back. "Please come in," she said, looking at me, then lowered her eyes as she spoke to Him. "He is waiting for You in the den and said leigh is to help me finish dinner," she paused for a brief moment before adding, "if it pleases You." He watched her for a long moment, taking her in from head to toe and the girl never moved a muscle, never made a move to look up, or fidget. Leigh was quite impressed with her. He gave a small nod towards her. "You go with sara. I think you'll find you have a lot to learn from her." Sara practically beamed at the compliment as she grabbed leigh's hand and dragged her down the hallway and into the kitchen. There wasn't a whole lot left to do with dinner, only setting the table and finishing up the salad that was to be served. Sara chattered nonstop about this and that, fueled by leigh's quiet state. She was taking in all she could from this woman who had changed demeanors so quickly, and she was greatly intrigued by her. "Well it looks like everything's about done." Sara turned around in the kitchen making sure she wasn't forgetting anything. "If you'll take the salad into the dining room, I'll go get the Men for supper." Leigh turned and walked into the kitchen, admiring the table sara had showed her how to set, and sat the salad bowl down just as the Men walked in and leigh let out a quiet gasp. Sara's Master was a tall, wonderfully built black man. Leigh had always fantasized about having a black man. Something about the contrasting skin tones just drove her wild and she couldn't help but let her eyes roam over His body. His chest was very muscled, hidden underneath a tight t-shirt that were tucked into His jeans, which brought her eyes down to His crotch, noting the considerable bulge in His pants. She realized, then, that the room had gone quiet. The Men weren't talking anymore. She looked up to see sara still standing there, as still and quiet as ever, but the Men were watching her with quiet amusement. She felt her cheeks go hot and she lowered her head hoping she hadn't messed up so early in the evening. "I see My pet might need a small lesson in manners tonight as well." The 'as well' caught her attention and her head snapped up and she was pretty sure she even caught a little bit of movement from sara also. He glanced at her, the excitement showing in His eyes, and moved to take a seat, ignoring the questions He knew must be running through her mind. Leigh couldn't concentrate on dinner. All she could think about was the punishment He had hinted at. What had she done wrong already? Suddenly there was a very pronounced vibration in her ass that sent waves of pleasure through her and instantly her thoughts were jolted back to the dinner table. The two Men were watching her, their faces darkened with disapproval and for a moment she didn't breath, awaiting their reaction. "John asked you a question, leigh, and you weren't paying attention. This is the kind of thing that will be corrected tonight," and with that, they turned their attention back to their conversation, leaving her mind racing a million miles a minute. She stole a glance at sara, and caught the slightest bit of sympathy in her eyes, before she turned her attention back to the conversation, even though she didn't seem to be included in it. As dinner drew to a close leigh got more and more nervous. So much so, that she almost dropped a plate when her and sara were cleaning the kitchen afterwards. The Men were in the den waiting for them to return and sara had gone back to her chirpy, excited self and getting things done at lightening speed. Leigh could barely keep up with her actions, much less the stream of conversation that she was emitting. After the last dish had been dried and put away, they both headed down the hallway. Before they entered the room, though, sara stopped and put her hand on leigh's arm. "Whatever happens tonight, it's only for your own good. He would never hurt you. In fact, it's His job to keep you from harm. You know that, don't you?" Leigh slowly nodded her head. She had known that, but hearing sara voice it calmed her down somewhat, and she took a deep breath and followed her into the room. Both Masters looked up when they entered and sara headed toward John's chair. She sat down on her knees, keeping her legs pulled together and her hands clasped in front of her. Her Master's hand slid lovingly through her hair and leigh caught a small smile of contentment on her lips as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the gentle sensation. She pulled her eyes from the couple and slowly brought them up to look at her Master. He was looking at her with such a mixture of love and resolve, her breath caught in her throat. "Come here, leigh." His voice sent chills through her and she obediently walked to the chair He sat in. She stood there for a minute, looking down at Him. "Kneel." She glanced nervously at sara who was watching the scene intently, and moved not-so-gracefully to the ground, trying to mimic her stance. He stood up slowly in front of her and she looked up at Him. His hand came down swiftly and tangled in her hair, pushing her head downwards until her eyes were trained on the floor. His heavily booted foot touched the inside of her right knee, urging it out, then the same with her left. He pushed them farther and farther apart until her short skirt had ridden all the way up her thighs and her legs were spread far apart. He bent down and pulled her hands apart, placing them on either knee, palms up and the touch of His warm hand on hers seemed to calm her frazzled nerves. He stood up and moved away, and she jumped a little when she felt His hands on her shoulders. They traveled down over her breasts, pinched her nipples and she felt them grow hard instantly. His fingers were unbuttoning her blouse and He moved her arms to allow the silk to fall from her body. She realized she was still sitting in a room with two other people and it made her a little uncomfortable, but she knew better than to protest His actions. She relaxed and allowed Him to easily remove the bra as well. She was left sitting there in nothing but her skirt. The feeling excited her, being displayed like this in front of other people, and she felt herself getting wet. She thought the lights had been dimmed also but couldn't be sure. The feel of leather on her back startled her, and she tried to focus her mind, to make out what He was tracing along her back. The sensation was not at all unpleasant, like thirty leathery hands all caressing her back at once, up over her shoulders, and back down to the small of her back. Suddenly the tails lifted and came back down on her back. It didn't hurt so much as surprise her and a small gasp escaped her lips and she fought off the urge to jump up. They came back down again, this time a little harder, but the sting felt surprisingly comforting. The room around her seemed to disappear and all she could think about was the leather raining down on her skin. Her back was hot and she could feel it burning every time He brought His hand down. She became aware that His strokes were softening, getting more and more gentle each time and realized that her cheeks were wet with tears. She had been crying and didn't even know it. Master had stopped hitting her altogether now and as she got her breath back, she felt His hands on her wrists, pulling them behind her and tying them together. She was just starting to notice the colors around her again when He slipped a soft blindfold over her eyes, and stood her up. His hands were on her arms, pushing her forward and steering her where He wanted her to go, and they walked so long she thought they must have left the room they were in and entered another. When they finally stopped, His hands left her arms and slowly untied the ropes on her wrists. She felt Him unzip the skirt and let it drop to the floor, and she obediently stepped out of it. He spread her arms wide, almost painfully, and retied them. She felt another length of rope winding around her ankles and He pulled those wide and tied them too. She could only imagine how she must look right now. A jolt of pain in her nipple brought her quickly to reality and she realized He had clipped it tight. He repeated the process with the other one, and after the initial wave of pain had passed, she took a deep breath and adjusted to the tightness. She was getting used to it, and actually starting to enjoy the sensation when He started pulling on the chain between the two clamps. She could feel the tears starting to flow again as He pulled them down, and clipped a heavy weight on the chain. His hand slowly slid down her back, raising goosebumps on her skin, and then His fingers were on her dripping pussy. She shivered a little as He pulled down on her lips, copying the process He had done on her nipples, tugging and pinching until she was writhing on His hand. She could feel the wetness on His hand as He tugged her lips down harshly and clipped a heavy weight to that as well. He let the weight drop and she cried out, begging Him to lessen the weight and she heard Him chuckle softly. His hands left her and she heard Him step back. Slowly the screaming pain in her nipples and pussy lips quieted to a dull ache and she began to be able to breath a little bit but just as she was starting to relax again, she felt a stinging slap on the back of her thigh. He was slapping her with His bare hand! On her thighs, her butt, even on the insides of her legs where it was most sensitive. All she could do was cry out. She was begging Him to stop, and at the same time, knew it wouldn't do any good. He hadn't delivered but a few blows when He suddenly stopped and she heard His heavy boots stomp across the room. The next thing she heard was His command to open her mouth. He stuffed something in her mouth and she felt Him buckling the contraption behind her head and she almost gagged as something was pushed farther into her mouth from the inside, holding her tongue down. "Now, you will be quiet, and you will listen. Is that clear?" She nodded her head slowly. "Good. Now, you have been quite insubordinate lately." 'SLAP!' The force pushed her body forward and she cringed. "Disrespectful." 'SLAP!' "You haven't shown the desire to learn how I want you to behave." Three more slaps on her hot ass. He paused for a moment and she wondered briefly if it was over-if He had finished with her, but somehow she knew she wouldn't be that lucky tonight. She felt Him sliding something along her back, something wide, maybe leather. He passed it over her aching bottom and she jumped a little from the sensation. He tapped His paddle on her bottom softly, sending currents through her body. She could feel how wet she was and this new paddle was only making it worse. He brought the paddle down softly on her butt and she let out a soft moan behind the gag. She felt the paddle give some as it hit her and this comforted her as she realized it wasn't as hard as she had first thought. He slapped her again a little higher, and a little harder, and the third time it came down it was on the small of her back. Her muscles tightened against the ropes holding her and her eyes squeezed tight behind the blindfold. Each time He hit her it was a little higher on her back, warming her skin with the soft leather. As He retraced His steps His slaps grew harder and harder until He was beating her unmercifully and she felt the tears streaming down her cheeks again. Her throat felt raw from trying to be heard beyond the gag in her mouth and her wrists ached from pulling on the tight ropes. She was sobbing uncontrollably when He finally stopped, and she felt His finger tracing the welts on her back. She moaned softly as His hand caressed her, slowing her tears. He knelt and slid His hands down her bare leg and slowly untied the rope around her ankle, then the other, then slowly stood and untied each of her wrists. She felt the room spinning as the ropes loosened and realized He was holding her up and she relaxed her muscles and let Him guide her to the floor. He quietly unbuckled the gag from behind her head and she felt herself being lifted in His arms. The blindfold prevented her from seeing where they were going but she didn't seem to care. She felt safe here next to Him, comforted, loved and when He laid her down in the bed she felt a soft smile on her lips. He moved the blanket up covering her naked body and just before she fell asleep she thought she felt someone touch her forehead. She sighed happily as she wondered what He had in store for her next, and slipped into Dreamland.