I couldn't tell if she was counting or not as I smacked her white ass with my little spanker, but she was saying something. Trying to say something, anyway. Mosty of ti came out as "Mmmmphhhh." The pitch of her garbled efforts seemed to rise as I reached the tenth stroke, and when I walked around to see her face I could see that she was drooling around the gag, her saliva dripping down to the floor beneath her, her red flushed with the humiliation. I took the gag out.

"There now, that wasn't so bad was it?"

She worked her jaw back and forth, taking in big breaths.

"You probably had more of the silk scarf, big four-poster bed thing in mind, didn't you," I said, picking up a crop and running it over her back, bumping along the ridges of her spine.

"I didn't - I never thought of this," she said. "I know that."

I traced her back some more with the crop, making no effort to fill the silence.

"Are you going to let me go?" she said, finally.

"No."

She laughed. I didn't.

"Seriously," she said, pulling a bit at her cuffs. I did not respond, preferring the silence to demonstrate just how serious I was.

"I love to control, but you know that about me," I said. "Don't you?"

"Yes, I'm getting that idea," she said with a laugh.

I brought the crop down hard across her lower back and she screamed, half in pain and half in shock and anger.

"Do you find this funny?"

"Ahhhgghh. No," she said through gritted teeth.

"No what?"

"No..sir?"

"Let's try it again, slut. Do you know that I like to control?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" I said tapping her ass with the crop.

"Yes Sir."

"Knowing that, why in the world would you think I would just let you go when I have you stretched out so nice and tight, so utterly helpless? A plaything for me to control?"

"I don't, you --, you're confusing me."

"You see slut, that's where you need some work."

"I don't understand." I tapped her ass with the crop, and she added "Sir."

"You live your whole life in confusion. It's a big mess isn't it?"

"It's - I don't -"

"You are a confused woman. You don't know what you want in life right now."

"Well, I just, I mean..."

I bent down and whispered in her ear: "You don't even know what you want right now." Then I kissed her neck and her eyes closed and she let out a little moan. "Admit it."

She began to cry tears of frustration "I don't know what you want me to say. I don't know what I want to say, I can't do this, I don't even know how to do this."

"Sssssshhhhh," I said, stroking her hair. "I can make it all so simple for you. Do you want me to make it simple for you?" I stood over her and began to kiss my way down her back, little kisses on each vertebrae that made her writher in her bonds.

"Please," she moaned, "please fuck me. I need for you to fuck me."

"In time," I said, reaching the small of her back, then kissing each of her reddened ass cheeks. "All in good time. You see, that is a privilege you are going to have to earn."

"Earn?"

"Yes. Now how about we begin working on how you earn the right to even think about my cock, let alone have it in your mouth or pussy, or your ass which is likely the first place I'll put it?'

She gasped at this, and I smiled at her reaction. There was some willingness in her, but she was right - she did not know how to do this. She would though, before the weekend was over, for I had nothing else on my plate. I looked around the playroom at the various devices and pondered aloud "Now where should we hold your next lesson?