Sally was scared; she had never been tied up, naked and vulnerable like this before. Mike came to the front of Sally smiling at her predicament. “Now my sweet bitch, you must wonder why I have you all tied up.” Mike pulled out a wooden spoon from his pocket he had also procured from its place in the kitchen.
“Yes Sir.”
“I have had you endure pain to train you, and that will happen more, but I enjoy inflicting pain for fun. I enjoy the sounds a person makes when in pain because of me. I enjoy the bargaining, the begging, the resignation and ultimately submission when a person has been beaten thoroughly. Do I have your attention?”
Sally’s eyes were big looking straight on which meant she was basically looking at the top of the wall and the ceiling. “Yes Sir.”
“Okay this has to stop you need to speak in complete sentences; subject, noun and verb. What are you agreeing to? I want you to say yes, sir, then repeat what it is you are saying yes to. So lets try this again: Do I have your attention?”
“Yes Sir you have my attention.” Sally was not sure who was present, the gentleman or the monster, but his words had indicated monster, yet his tone and patience denoted the gentleman.
Mike sat on the couch and began to massage those boobs, just hanging out there begging to be touched, abused. He smiled when he thought of the colors they would become.
“You are about to experience a lot of pain, if you fall down, you will be punished, if you do not follow instructions, you will be punished, and if you think that I am causing you pain then remember the punishment will be worse. Now our first exercise, you will count the strokes in your head when I ask you will tell me the count. Do you understand, bitch?”
“Yes, Sir, I am to count the strokes in my head and tell you how many when you ask Sir.”
“WHACK!” the first come down quick, following her last word right onto her right nipple. WHACK! The side of her right boob, WHACK the top of her right boob, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK the side of her right boob.
Sally was crying and he was pretty sure she had lost count but wanted to be sure and quickly one after another laid four more on the top of her right boob.
“Quickly, bitch! How many?”
“I-I ummm Sir, Please. Sir.”
“Fuck! No begging, answer me with a number!”
“Nine! Nine strokes, Sir.”
Mike was actually surprised at how close she was and pleased she was wrong. He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her head back, leaning forward yelled into her face.
“Bitch! Ten! Do you know how to count to ten?! HUH?”
“Yes, Sir I know how to count to ten, Sir.”
“Do It! Each count is going to have little strokes on your inner thighs, Now show me you can count to ten, out loud.”
“One, smack, Two, Smack, ….TEN! Smack.”
“Oh good you did not lie! You do know how to count to ten, so when I was nice enough to give your boobs attention earlier, you must have not been paying attention! That is not good and will be punished. I am going to smack your boob, and you will count and thank me, so I want to hear a number then thank you sir. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir, after each stroke received I am to count and say thank you sir.”
“WHACK” as hard as mike could on the top of her right boob that was already tender. It made Sally cry out and tears started flowing, “quickly, Sally!”
“O-O-One. Sir, Tha-tha-nk you, Sir.”
“Pull yourself together girl, these are punishments and I expect you to respond quicker.” And with that Mike dropped the second one right on top of where the first one was. Sally bucked and cried, but managed to keep her position while getting out a sobbing “T-t-two, Sir. Thank you , Sir.
Mike reached down and rubbed it for a second. “If you had paid attention and gotten the first count right this would not be happening. So this is your fault. Next time pay attention.” And pain exploded on the side of her right boob.
“Three. Thank you Sir.” Sally was just hoping this was going to be over soon, she was not sure how much more she could take. Mike pulled her nipple out and squeezed it while lifting her boob up and struck the underside of his bitch’s perfect breast. He smiled as the color went from white to red, and barley heard Sally count and thank him before he laid down the fifth and final one and massaged it roughly as Sally counted and thanked him again
“Good girl. That was your punishment. I am not done with you, but I will give you a five minute break.” Mike left her sobbing, tied up on her knees arms still behind her back, wondering what he meant by saying they had more to do. To him it was obvious; there was still an untouched, unmarked breast to work on. Mike grabbed water and a straw for her and sat on the couch in front of her, he moved her sideways and placed her between his legs so she could rest her head on him and he stroked her hair and face. “Shhh, shhh, Look here, I have to do these things. You would not respect me if I did not punish you like I said I would. It has to be done. You did well, my little bitch, shhh calm down, take some water and breathe.” Sally barely heard a word he said, but knew from his tone the nice guy was back, the monster gone for this little break, and she let herself be soothed. He ended up giving her a ten minute break waiting for her crying to cease and her breathing to level out. He did care about her after all.
After the break he put her back into position, straightened himself up and grabbed both breasts harshly causing Sally to inhale deeply. “Now look at this, Sally do try to look at these breasts.” Sally tried and could see them a little bit. “Sally tell me what is different between these two breasts?”
“Umm One hurts more than the other, Sir?” Sally really hoped that was the answer.
“Hmmm I will give it to you, but no, One has been beaten and the other has not. This hardly seems fair to the left breast, it has been given no attention while the right one has had all the attention. So I want you to ask me to beat your left breast. Beg me and Sally? Do remember there are punishments if you misbehave.”
“No! Please Sir, no more punishments! Please beat my left breast Sir, Please!”
“Why Sally? Why should I beat the left breast?”
“Because Sir, it has not had any attention and it is not fair, Sir. Please Sir?”
“if you insist, but we must play the same game I think, so I will strike it and you will count in your head, lets see if you attention has improved shall we?”
“Yes, Sir I think we should see if my attention has improved.”
“Good!” And Mike proceeded to strike the top, the sides the underbelly, of that left breast till the count was fifteen, he did not go easy, but not as hard as the punishment ones, she had to know there was a difference between play and punishment after all.
“How many?! Quickly!”
“Fifteen, Sir. Fifteen.”
“Are you certain?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl! You are right fifteen. Now thank me for improving your ability to pay attention. Make it in your own words, but thank me.”
“Sir? Umm thank you Sir for improving my attention span, by umm oh! By punishing me when I was not paying attention. Thank you Sir.”