“First there will be no more tolerance for lack of sirs.” The crop pulled back swat across my nipples.

“Yes sir,” I screamed dancing on my toes. “Oh, yes sir, please…” I couldn’t thing as the crop dropped again across my breast. My head flew back I tried to recover the air that had exploded from my lungs.

“Say it again Callie pet.” Again the crop fell this time above my nipples.

“Yes sir, oh sir, please,” I had to have him stop. I couldn’t let this continue. My feet shifted I just recovered my balance.

“And again Girl,” he said with a smile on his lips. How dare he, how dare he smile while he did this to me.

“Stop, sir please sir, I can’t…”

He laughed a full hearty laugh as he laid the next stroke up under my breasts. I felt the stool shifting, I felt it falling. I screamed but it was cut off as I dropped and the crop snapped across my stomach. I couldn’t breath I couldn’t think, I couldn’t look away from his eyes as he watched me try to recover. “Say it again,” he whispered a foot from my face. “Make me believe you.” The menace in his voice caused something unexpected to happen in my body. I found I stilled letting my body conform to this new test.

“Yes sir.” I said slowly.

I heard a whir and my toes touched the ground just barely, just enough to make me dance before him. “Who has control over you Callie girl?”

“You sir,” I gasped dancing before him.

My big toes touched the ground firmly. “Who controls your body Callie girl?”

“You do sir,” I forced out quickly.

The rest of my toes felt the ground. I worked to still myself. “Who can use this crop or any other toy on you Callie girl?”

“You sir,” I sobbed realizing suddenly that it was true, realizing that my inner thighs were damp not with just sweat but with my juices. “Oh my gawd sir, please fuck me.” I couldn’t help it.

“Beg me to crop you Callie girl. Beg hard.” The menace was back in his voice as he drew near enough that his breath washed across my face.

“Please sir,” sob, “Please sir crop me sir.”

The crop slapped across my chest again, “More, harder.”

“Please sir, crop me,” tears dripping, “please sir, please master, please crop me Master.”