“Ouch,” I yelped as I felt the acute sting of a whip on my ass. “Oh damnit,” I cried out again as it made another pass. I bit my lip to keep from complaining too much. He hit me fifteen more times, painting red stripes up and down my ass and thighs. By the time he was done my teeth had made an indentation in my lower lip and my eyes were welling up with tears.
“Painful?” I only nodded. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Yes Master.”
“What if I don’t want to.” I said nothing. “Will you take it?”
“Yes Master.”
“Will you beg for it?”
I hesitated, unsure of what my answer really was, unsure that if asked, if I could beg convincingly, if I could really want it. Submitting to his control over me made me extremely horny.
“Please whip me Master.” The words sounded hollow, insincere.
Crack! I yelped and flinched in pain. “I’m going to keep at it until I believe you.”
“Oh God,” I whispered. “Please whip me Master, please punish my ass Master.” I knew it wasn’t good enough, knew I could to better. Sure enough, he whipped me again, this time across the thighs. “Harder Master, whip me harder, whip me as hard as you want, punish me, torture me, please.”
Another whip, but softer this time. My pussy was dripping by now. It hurt so bad, but I actually wanted him to whip me, wanted to beg for more. My ass stung to the point where I knew sitting would be a chore, but I wanted his control, wanted his domination.
“I want you to whip me as hard as you can Master.”
“You sure?”
I hesitated a moment and nodded. Biting my lip, I steeled myself for the worst of it. I clenched my eyes shut and tensed up. And waited. And waited. His hand ran lightly up and down my marks, both irritating and soothing them. I relaxed, tried to shift my pussy closer to his fingers. It was then that he whipped me. Not as hard as he could, but he did it at such a time that the pain was magnified. Completely unready, my eyes bulged and my mouth opened in shock, but no sound came out.
My ass stung for several minutes it seemed, and my body went limp at the overload of sensation. My brother undid the lock to the stocks, and I half fell, half slid out of them onto the floor. I massaged my red striped ass before pulling myself to my knees in front of him. My eyes slowly crept up him, and I was somewhat disappointed to see that he’d put boxers and shorts on. I see the faint outline of his soft cock, but I knew it wouldn’t be ready for more pleasure for a little while.
He sat down to watch TV for a little while, and I joined him in his lap. I made sure to keep my hands out of the way so he could grab my breasts as often as he liked. Every once in a while, he slid his fingers down to my pussy to tease me. A few times, he got me close, but when I looked to him, he shook his head. I wasn’t allowed to get off.
“I have something special planned for you later,” he told me.
“Oh God,” I breathed, knowing what his surprises tended to be like.