0 comments/ 35825 views/ 4 favorites Diane's Surprise Ch. 01 By: DarkDreamerwithHope It was during lunch that the call came, a single text message that simply said 'door 5pm'. I was used to the terse messages and knew what he wanted. The thought of greeting him, naked and kneeling at the door when he arrived made my nipples ache and my clit throb. I wondered what he had planned. Master had promised me a special surprise a few days back and I wondered if this had anything to do with it. Just the thought of him and his wicked mind sent shivers through me. With a sigh I tucked the phone back into my pocket and got back to work. It was Friday and as usual we were packed. Touching Janet on the shoulder I told her, "I'm going to do a walk around." Janet nodded and kept bagging the order in her hand. Smiling, I walked briskly out to the lobby and began my rounds. There were several regulars clustered by the television and I stopped briefly to say hello and make sure they had everything they needed as I passed through their area. Continuing my walk I paused again by a group of four men. When I asked if there was anything they needed, I was told that they were fine for the moment. It was an odd response, but I just smiled and moved on. It took me about ten minutes to make my rounds and as I the passed the four men again on my way back one of the men stopped me and asked if I could bring him a refill on his drink. Smiling, I took his glass and asked, "What would you like?" Grinning, he replied, "Well... what I'd really like you can't give me at the moment, so I guess it'll have to be coke again." Shaking my head slightly, I turned and walked to the drink machine wondering what he meant by 'at the moment'. This was the second time he had used that particular expression. As I walked back to the table I took a good look at the four men, especially the one whose drink I held. They looked like typical businessmen, the kind that usually came here for lunch; but as I watched them I sensed there was something different about these four. While the others who visited relaxed over their lunch, these four... well they had an air of authority, as though they were still at work. It was easy to see that each was used to being in charge. It was just something in the way they moved and held themselves. A shiver rippled through me just as I reached the table and thought of other men I knew who had the same air of authority. "Not cold are you?" he asked as I handed him the glass. "No Sir. I'm fine," I replied and then blushed lightly as I realized what I had just said. "Good then, here..." he held his closed hand out. "No Sir. It's okay." I shook my head, thinking he was trying to give me a tip. "That's not necessary." "Diane." His tone was still friendly, but now there was a bit of sternness within it. "It's not a tip." Curious and not wanting to upset him I reached over and held my hand out "Yes Sir." I blushed again and wondered why that word kept slipping out. Smiling brightly I hoped he would just think I was being extra polite. "It's just something to help you remember me the next time you see me." Something cold and heavy dropped into my hand. Without looking I closed my fingers around it, it was a small object of some kind, and slipped it into my pocket. "Thank you Sir." There was that word again. Taking a deep breath I continued, "I hope you have a wonderful day. All of you." And I turned and smiled at each man. "Oh we will." There was that tone again, the one that made it clear who was in charge and that he meant what he said. Smiling again I turned and returned to work. It wasn't until later, when I reached in my pocket for my keys, that I remembered the object. Slipping it out of my pocket to see what it was I remembered the four men and my reaction to the one. Opening my hand I saw a small kitten. It looked and felt like a miniature paperweight. Except there was a small loop right where the kitten's tail met it's back. The loop made my think of charms, like the ones on my favorite bracelet, but this was much too heavy to be a charm. Curious I examined the kitten closely. It looked like sterling silver, not as shiny as true silver would be, and was rather heavy. The kitten lay in my palm, 'looks like a cat in a window sill', I thought, paws tucked under it's body, tail wrapped closely around it's lithe form, head erect and alert -- like it was looking directly at me. 'Well I would have remembered him anyway, but now I definitely will,' I thought. With a soft smile, I slipped the kitten into my pocket and started the car. I only had an hour and half to drive home and get ready for Master. 'I'll have to show Master when he gets home.' ~~~**~~~ Traffic was light so I made it home in record time. Jumping in the shower, I washed quickly and thoroughly, only slowing down long enough to shave carefully. I wanted to be soft and silky for him. I loved how his fingers felt on my soft flesh. Toweling most of the water from my long tresses I glanced in the mirror on the wall. Time had been kind to me. My full figure, while not as firm as a twenty year old, was still smooth and soft. Grinning at the thought of how Master enjoyed using my body, I grabbed the blow dryer and tried to remove as much of the excess moisture as I could in a few minutes time. My hair was long, almost to my waist, and thick. A quick glance at the clock told me I only had a few minutes, not nearly long enough to get it completely dry. 'But I can get it mostly dry,' I thought. 'Dry enough you won't notice it's still damp until you grab a handful.' That thought sent shivers rippling through my body. I loved the feel of Master's hand in my hair, holding me, guiding me. Another quick look in the mirror and I was ready. As I passed through the bedroom I picked up my collar from the top of the dresser and buckled it around my slim neck. Trembling now with anticipation, I walked to the front door. Just as I was about to kneel I remember the kitten. 'Damn,' I thought and ran back to get it. The clock chimed 5pm just as I knelt and took a deep breath. 'Made it.' I thought, 'just barely.' As the final chime sounded I heard the key in the lock. Smiling softly, I shifted my knees, opening them wider, and placed my hands, palms up, on each thigh. The door opened all the way and I glanced up eagerly to see five men. My eyes widened as I recognized the men from lunch. Startled and just a bit panicked I looked for Master and saw him standing behind the other four men. "I see you remembered," he said and I glanced back to the first man in the door. He looked down once, nodding towards my hand, and I remembered the kitten nestled in my palm. Closing my hand reflexively, I swallowed hard and nodded. "No! Open your hand kitten." His reprimand stung like a switch and I immediately opened my hand. Slowly each man entered, my Master last, and I could feel each pair of eyes burning over my bare flesh. Visibly trembling now, I sought Master's eyes with my own questioning ones. "Good girl." He praised me. "I knew you wouldn't let me down. Remember that surprise I mentioned? Well, this is going to be your weekend for surprises. This is only the first." Indicating each man one at a time he introduced them. First there was Adam, with his blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Next came Matthew, a slim but well muscled black man. Then there was Peter, his bright green eyes reminded my of a summer meadow. Finally, there was Dominick, the one who'd given me the kitten. Softly, I greeted each man; blushing deeply as their eyes roamed over my body. I could feel the dampness between my legs grow as Master introduced each man. When he said Dominick's name I shivered and shifted slightly. Dominick smiled at my reaction and asked her, "Do you know what the kitten is for?" "No Sir." my voice was low, almost timid. "Lean back." He told me kneeling next to me and taking the kitten from my palm. "Arms behind your back. That's right all the way, shoulders to the floor." His hands held me steady as I leaned back until my shoulders rested on the floor. The muscles in my thighs were so tight I was afraid they'd cramp, but I held my position. Dominick ran his hand over my thigh, feeling the tight muscles and smiling. Reaching between my legs he slid a finger through the piercing in my clit and tugged on it gently. Chuckling when I gushed wetly, he told me, "It goes right here." Deftly he unscrewed the ball from one end of the bar and slipped the ring off the end. Supporting the weight of the kitten, he slipped it onto the ring then slid the ring back onto the bar and replaced the ball cap. Still holding the kitten, he told me, "Look at me kitten." I lifted my head. My eyes met his just as he released the kitten and let it swing freely. He smiled as my eyes widened and I gasped moaning softly. Glancing around I saw that each man was looking at the kitten nestled between the lips of my damp pussy. Arousal battled with embarrassment at being put on display like this. "A pussy for a pussy. I always did like your sense of irony," Adam told Dominick. He chuckled when I blushed even darker red. "This is definitely going to be an interesting weekend." "Oh yes..." I could swear Dominick sounded like he was purring as he replied. "I've been planning this with Brent for weeks." 'For weeks!" I thought frantically. 'Oh hell.' I moaned softly. Knowing I was in for a weekend of Master's devious plans was more than enough to make me tremble even harder. I felt Dominick's fingers brush against the kitten suspended from my clit. Just that slight movement of the weight was enough to make my head spin. "Do you like your present girl?" Master asked. "Yes Master." I gasped as Dominick's fingers flipped the weight up and let it fall back unhindered. "Oh yes... Thank you Sir ..." "Don't thank me. It's Dominick's gift. You need to thank him." Trembling hard enough to make my voice quiver, I met Dominick's eyes and opened my mouth to speak just as he tugged on the weight. A soft cry escaped instead, and then I rushed to speak before he could do anything else. "Thank you Sir." I wasn't quite quick enough and the 'Sir' came out with a groan as his fingers flicked the kitten back and forth. My body felt like it was on fire, and no one had really touched me yet. Only my position kept me from squirming like I wanted to. My need was so intense it was difficult to concentrate. "You're quite welcome kitten. Would you like to see what else I've brought for you?" With his finger flipping the kitten on my clit every which way all I could do was groan softly and tremble. Then he gave it a sharp tug and I almost climaxed. Master caught that and spoke just as Dominick did. "Don't cum!" "Answer me kitten." All five men watched me closely as I struggled and fought not to cum. It wasn't easy and Dominick made it even more difficult by flipping the kitten and tugging it every few seconds. Head spinning, every muscle tense, I tried to answer; finally gasping out, "Yes Sir." I really did want to see what else he had, but there was a thread of trepidation woven through that desire. Dominick kept playing with the kitten as I caught my breath and relaxed, the need to cum conquered. For the moment -- I was not foolish enough to believe that would last long. Master loved to keep me on the edge of releasing because he knew I'd do most anything in that state, and could take more. Matthew leaned over and said something to Dominick so softly I could not make out the words. Dominick nodded once and turned back to look at me. Catching my eyes, he locked my gaze with his and then I felt him pulling on the kitten, slowly, steadily. I whimpered and bit my lip, trying to shift and ease the pull, even though I knew it would not help. Suddenly he released the kitten and it's weight fell giving my clit one more sharp tug. Crying out I pleaded. "Please... may I cum..." "No!" Sobbing with a need so strong it brought tears, I struggled not to release. I had no idea who answered me, but reflex had me obeying the stern command automatically. Dominick's eyes never left mine; his gaze commanded my full attention. Then I felt it, something sharp, stinging pierce my clit. As the pain hit me I screamed; it drove me up off the floor, my back arched tightly as every muscle tensed and I climaxed. I felt it again, and again, and each time it sent me over the edge and even higher. The pulses came one after another for what seemed like an eternity. I had no idea when they stopped. I was so far over the edge I couldn't stop cumming. My body jerked and convulsed as wave after wave washed over me. After what seemed like forever, I settled back down to the floor sobbing and trembling. Hands stroked over my damp flesh, soothing, calming; but every twitch set the kitten in motion again and caused a mini orgasm to flood my body. I wasn't coming down until it stopped, and it wasn't going to stop as long as I was cumming. I cried out, "Please....", as another spasm ripped through my body. Finally one of the hands stroking me slipped between my legs and stilled the kitten, and held it still. As it was pressed against my clit one more hard orgasm hit me, but the hand stayed where it was. Slowly my breath calmed and my sobbing eased to silent tears. "Kitten..." So softly was it spoken that it took a while to sink in that someone was speaking to me. "You did not ask." My head was still spinning and the hands were still softly caressing, and these words were like a stream of cold water trickled over my heated flesh. Swallowing hard, I whispered, "No Sir." Regardless of how it happened, he was right; I did not ask and did not have permission to cum. I shivered as I remembered there were five now, not one, to administer the punishment. Diane's Surprise Ch. 02 The trembling just would not stop, no matter how hard she fought it. I watched as she glanced up searching for her Master; but he wasn't there. Her face was so expressive it was easy to see the confusion and doubt that assailed her; her eyes found mine and I waited to see what she would do. It wasn't easy to keep my expression calm; I wanted so badly to grin and tease her, but I knew she needed firmness more than teasing at that moment. She seemed encourage by what she read in my eyes and her trembling calmed somewhat. "Well kitten...do you want to see what else I brought for you?" Nodding, she whispered, "Yes Sir." "I knew you would." I laughed softly and the sound sent shivers cascading over her damp flesh. "Kittens have an insatiable curiosity. Well come on then," I reached out and helped her back to her knees before standing and helping her to her feet. "There's a blue bag in the trunk of my car," I told her as I handed her a set of keys. "Mine is the red Lexus. Fetch the bag and bring it to the playroom. Then we can see what sort of goodies it holds." Taking the keys, she nodded. "Yes Sir." Keys in hand she turned toward the door and the closet beside it. It was easy to tell from the way she moved that she was keenly aware of the kitten between her legs, and that it's constant movement as she walked would not let her forget what had just happened. Her walk was nothing like it had been when she was at work. There her movements were quick and efficient. Now though, her movements were slower and so sensual it sent blood rushing to my already hard cock. "Oh... and kitten..." "Yes Sir?" "You're to go as you are." The look on her face was priceless as she stopped dead and turned to me. Before she could speak I nodded my head to the door. "Right now kitten, exactly as you are." Her lips parted, as crimson stained her cheeks, and it was clear she wanted to speak, but something in my expression must have told her it would be useless to argue. Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips and she simply nodded. It wasn't until she turned back to the door that I sighed softly and relaxed. When I had told Brent what I had planned he said that she would balk and probably not do it. She was so incredibly shy that he just could not picture her walking outside in full view of the neighbors and whoever else might be passing wearing nothing but her new kitten. This was one bet I won and, I thought to myself, it was only the first. I grinned and turned to the others. Matthew was watching her through the still open door as she walked, head held high, back straight, without hesitation to my car. When I first mentioned this weekend to him, he had declined. Not because he did not want to be here, but because he knew that his tastes and needs were darker than Brent's, and didn't think Brent would allow him to explore those desires as fully as he wanted. I convinced him to at least give it a chance. 'You don't have to stay,' I told him, 'if it looks like you're right. But at least give Brent the benefit of the doubt. He's told me quite a bit about his little one, and I get the impression that her needs and curiosity are a little more than he can handle alone. As you've said your tastes differ and I think that is precisely why he's set this up. She's not been with many different Doms so there are still many things she's not explored, yet wants to. This weekend is her chance to explore the full spectrum. To learn as much as she can about her needs and desires. And... to learn if those deeper cravings are ones that need to be let lose.' I think this first encounter had reassured him. When he told me what he wanted to do to her and later handed me the electrical packet I know he expected Brent to stop me. Brent not only did not stop me he actually nodded letting me know it okay. And he did not seem at all surprised by her reactions. "I have to admit," I told Matthew, "I did not think she would take as much as she did." Matthew smiled. "She needed that." "Surely Brent's used a tens unit on her," Adam said. Matthew chuckled and held the device out so Adam could take it. "It's not a tens unit. Similar yes. But this baby packs a lot more power." Adam looked closely at the small black box and the probe attached to one end. Reaching over, I turned the knob on the side then flipped a switch turning it on. Adam dropped the probe as the current reached his fingers. Then he carefully picked it back up and held it against his hand. "Kicks like a mule if you're not used to it or expecting it," Matthew told him. "I'll say." Adam moved the tip of the probe over his wrist and up the inside of his of his arm. "But it's still not that bad." "Put the setting back to where it was," Matthew told me. I reached over and turned the knob a few clicks and laughed when Adam cursed and dropped the probe again. "Son of a bitch!" "I told you it had more power." Incredulous, Adam looked at me and asked, "And that's the setting you used on her?" He shook his head and looked at the box with more respect. "No wonder she screamed like she did." "Yes...." Peter spoke up softly as he watched her lean over the back of the car and reach deep into the trunk, "but she did more than scream now.... Didn't she." "My point exactly," Matthew replied. "The question is... how far can we take her." His eyes narrowed as he watched her remove the blue bag and shift her stance to accommodate the weight of the bag. "What exactly do you have in that bag?" "Oh...." I grinned, "just a few trinkets and a bit of this and that." I glanced out the door and saw her walking back. "Come on fellows. Let me introduce you to the playroom." "I'll make you a deal Matthew," Peter said as they started down the hall, "let me tie her up good with my rope and you can torture her as long as you like." Laughing, Matthew agreed. "As long as you tie her where I can reach all the most sensitive and delicate parts be my guest." "Damn... and I didn't bring my camera." "Don't worry Adam," I told him, "I got mine." "Hell yes. Did you bring the video equipment too?" "Yep. It's already set up and ready to go." The playroom was located in the back of the house and only took us a couple of minutes to reach. Each man whistled with appreciation when the door opened to reveal all the equipment and toys. Brent and I had spent the last two weeks working on the room while kitten was at work. He told me last night that she was not happy when he told her they had to play somewhere else while he made some repairs and modifications. When she wanted to know why he kept it locked he told her it was for safety reasons. I figured she would have died of curiosity but he said she wasn't like that. She was one of the few people he knew that loved surprises and would never try to spoil them. 'Well,' I thought, 'she should love my surprises.' The room had a new St. Andrews cross, as well as a new spanking bench and several other new or modified pieces of equipment. The chains suspended from the ceiling in strategic spots glowed in the soft lighting. The best features were the large flat screen TV's mounted on three of the walls. A computer sat off in one corner humming quietly to itself. The entire room was soundproofed and wired so the cameras could be used anywhere and the video they shot would be transmitted instantly to one or more of the TV's, as well as the computer where it would be stored for editing later. The lighting was the next best feature. It could be as bright or dim as we wanted and more importantly, where we wanted it. There was even a surprise that Brent didn't yet know about. I had installed special software on the computer that could take a live feed from the cameras and broadcast it online. I had also modified several of the toys so they could receive transmissions from the computer. Using the special software, one could log on, get the live feed and use the features of the new program to operate the modified toys. I smiled thinking about all the deliciously wicked things I had planned. ~~~**~~~ "You're to go as you are." Those words hit me and their impact stopped me almost as quickly as Master's crop does when he's upset with me. I turned to object and beg him not to make me do this, I could feel myself blushing and hated it; but the look on his face – it was so hard and determined that I felt like I felt like I was facing a brick wall. I knew that look; it was one I often wore myself. Licking my lips I steeled myself for what I was about to do and nodded my acceptance of his command. As I walked to the door and outside I prayed that no one was outside working in their yard. I didn't have a problem with modesty, but I did have a streak of shyness that kept me reined in. While I'd go check the mail wearing nothing but a tee-shirt long enough to just barely cover ass, as long as I didn't move the wrong way, I'd never come out the front nude before. A shiver rippled through me at the thought of being seen and the dampness growing between my legs belied the blush heating my face and chest. I wanted to move quickly, that shyness in me demanding that I do this quick and get back behind the closed door; but the weight tugging at my clit forced me to walk slowly and carefully. The last thing I needed to do was have to stop and wait while I fought not to release. 'Damn,' I thought. 'Don't think about it. You're only making it worse," I reprimanded myself. By the time I reached the car, my thighs were damp and I was visibly trembling yet again. I didn't even look around, just quickly unlocked the trunk and opened it. As it popped up my eyes found the blue bag. It wasn't as large as Master's toy bag, but it wasn't small either. Grabbing the handle I found it was heavier than it looked. I had to reach further and balance myself on one hand to grab and lift it so it would not drag. When I adjusted my stance the kitten swung free and bounced against the car. The impact sent shock waves through my clit and I bit my lip, frozen, as I fought not to release. Once I regained control over my traitorous body I lifted the bag out of the car and closed the trunk. I couldn't help but wonder what was in it that made it so heavy as I shifted and compensated for its weight. Still refusing to look around, I focused my gaze on the front door now and walked slowly back to the house. The bag played havoc with my stride, which in turn affected the kitten causing it to swing and tug even harder at my clit. Biting my lip, not realizing just how sensuous my movements had become, I fought to reach the door before I had to stop again. A whistle pierced the air and before I could catch myself, I had twisted to see who it was. That sudden movement caused me to gush wetly and I blushed even harder as my eyes met Davie's across the street. He winked at me and shooed me on with his hand. His grin told me just how much he was enjoying the show and I wondered how long he had been standing there. Grinning I turned and continued walking back to the house. I knew Davie well and knew he'd be giving me hell for this later; but he knew that too and also knew I'd find some way to get back at him. He'd been flirting with me ever since he moved in a year ago; and naughty girl that I was, I could not help but flirt back. The first time Master saw us I thought he'd stripe my bottom, but he just laughed and told me to be careful. When he and Davie became good friends I worried that they might plan something, but nothing ever happened so I relaxed and just enjoyed Davie's wit and word play. I wondered what Master would say when he found out that Davie had seen me. Shaking my head as I thought about Davie and Master, I stepped through the door, shut and locked it behind me. I looked for the guys, but they had already left. Sighing softly, I took a deep breath and walked to the playroom. As I drew closer I could hear them talking and laughing. When I heard the word 'punishment' my step falter, but I did not want to hear more so I walked quicker even though it played hell with the weight and reached the doorway before too much more was said. "Ah... there she is now." Peter said as I walked through the door. They all watched me as I stopped and my eyes widen when I saw the changes Master had made to the room. The TV's caught my attention first and I blushed so hard I felt like I was on fire. While I wasn't big on porn, I loved watching BDSM movies. Master had teased me once about making me watch one while he did the same things to me that were done to the slave in the movie. That thought had both scared and aroused me so much that I was happy when he never mentioned it again. Now though, it was evident that he had not forgotten. Trembling, the moisture between my legs spreading to coat my thighs and threatening to go even farther, I silently held the bag out to Dominick and lowered my eyes. I wanted to look at each man and see their reaction to the room, and me, but was terrified at what they might see in my eyes. Master knew how naughty I could be; but I had successfully hidden it from others for years. Somehow I knew I would not be able to hide it from these men. Fingers lifted my chin and forced me to look up. Matthews's eyes locked with mine as I felt the bag taken from my hand. Then I felt fingers caressing my breast lightly before grasping and pinching my nipple. Pain and pleasure ripped through me and I shuddered as my head spun. This – this feeling was what I lived for, what I craved, what I needed. Matthew's eyes darkened, his fingers fiercely gripping my chin, holding my head immobile as the pain and pleasure both grew. I whimpered and arched my back thrusting my breast towards the fingers mauling my sensitive nipple. While a part of me wanted to draw back from the pain, a deeper, darker part wanted more and refused to let me draw back. Tears filled my eyes and flowed down over my cheeks as the pain grew. Just when I thought I could take no more the hand withdrew and the rush sent me spinning so hard I could not stand still. I shuddered and stretched, hands clenched shut, nails biting into my palms. Then someone took my hands and drew them behind me. I felt rope slid over my wrists and the rough hemp felt like a lover's caress. My hands were tied tightly behind my back then the rope wrapped around my ribs and slid between my breasts. The feel of the rope sliding over, caressing, my fevered flesh was enough to send me flying. My eyes closed as my body arched offering itself to the rope slowly wrapping itself around my heavy breasts. Only the fingers holding my chin kept my feet planted where they were; but those same fingers could not keep me from squirming and offering even more of my self to the rope. When the rope work ended I stood quietly, shivering, trembling, and flying, relishing the feel of the rope and how it made me feel. Silence reigned for several moments as I relaxed and let go of everything but my need to submit. Then I felt hands guiding me deeper into the room. With a sigh I opened my eyes only to see a blindfold being placed over them. A soft moan escaped my lips and I settled deeper into my headspace. I had forgotten that I had a punishment coming, until I felt the cool wood against my middle as I was bent over something hard. Strong hands wrapped around each ankle; my legs were spread and cuffed to what felt like Master's spreader bar. As I shifted to obey the commands of those firm hands I felt another hand playing with the kitten. Distracted by the hands I never heard the chain, but I felt it when the cold links brushed my back and then my sides. I felt a tug on the rope between my breasts and then cold metal and realized they had hooked a chain to the rope Then I heard the chains rattle as they were pulled up – and my chest was snug against the side of the bench. When I went to shift my weight I realized my ankles had been tied to the legs of the bench. I couldn't move. My swollen tender breasts throbbed, nipples ached, and I knew what was coming. Yet, when the first blows landed I was unprepared for the pain and screamed. Blow after blow landed on my upturned ass and swollen breasts. I screamed and begged, promising to be good, but to no avail. The punishment continued. Then I felt fingers in my hair and my head was pulled back. The blows stopped and I sobbed trying to catch my breath and relax. Tensing up only made it hurt worse. I knew this, yet they had caught me unprepared and I had tensed up with the first blow and was unable to relax. My ass and breasts burned and I hoped they were done, but then I felt hands caressing the tender flesh. "Pretty... Think she's had enough?" "Please..." I begged. "Sounds like she wants more." "No! Oh god no... please Sir" "No? But you've been such a naughty girl." Master's voice was teasing, but I knew he was serious. "You've taken worse before little girl. And you still broke the rules." Crying, I bit my lip and stayed silent. I knew that tone and experience had taught me that begging would only make it worse. Between the disorientation caused by the blindfold and the pain the only voice I knew for sure was Master's. I hadn't heard the others enough to tell them apart when I was this rattled. So I concentrated on Master's voice and waited. "You have thirty more coming. Then we'll see just how well you've learned your lesson." "Yes Sir." I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. "Sir....?" "No. You don't have to count them." He chuckled softly. "I don't think you could if you tried. But if you want to you may." "Thank you Sir." The blindfold was soaked and I could feel the tears now on my cheeks. I shuddered and waited. And waited. I knew they were still there and I wondered what they were waiting for. Then the first blow landed and I knew.