When He finished, Claire was gasping for air, her body on fire, a tumultuous contradiction of pain and pleasure, both in the extreme. He lay down beside her, He ran His hand along her body, soothing the areas He had so recently hurt. The gentle touch almost burned Claire as much as the belt had. His hand was so cool against her smoldering skin.

Claire felt so completely in His possession at that moment. He was in control of her every desire, her every emotion. He could do whatever He wanted to her, and at that moment she wouldn’t, she couldn’t, have raised any objections.

He reached over and removed one of her hands from her bondage, and brought it to her swollen, drenched pussy. He instructed her to masturbate while He watched. As Claire started to run her hands over her slit, she could feel exactly how turned on she was. Gushing was the word that came to mind. Her clit was hard, and raw to the touch. It wasn’t used to such attention. As she rubbed her moistness around and over her delicate bud, she quickly started to feel her orgasm building deep within her. Fully understanding in what was left of her rational self, of what would occur if she once again came too soon, Claire relaxed the pace of her movements. As her climax built, she struggled against her restraints, her body wanted more. Her captivity, her bonds, only deepened her need.

Closer and closer she came. She could feel little waves of pleasure rushing through her body, her stomach muscles tightening, her whole being tense with anticipation, while He just laid next to her watching, Claire had no idea how long He kept her in this state of hyper arousal, it could have been minutes, it could have been hours. She had become nothing more than an instrument of pleasure, His instrument of pleasure. Barely moving, He lifted His head to her ear and whispered to her, “Cum for me”.

Claire felt her orgasm rising from the deepest part of her, and as it reached the surface it crashed over her wave after violent wave, like a sea storm hitting land. She screamed at the intensity of it; the pleasure wouldn’t stop, she couldn’t stop cumming. Never in her life had she cum so hard or for so long. When it finally receded, she was gasping, her chest heaving trying to get enough oxygen. She felt His hand on her hair as He whispered again in her ear, “That was very nice. What a good girl you can be.” She smiled at this, happy that she had pleased Him.

She tried to stifle the yawn that threatened to overtake her, but He saw it and told her to rest, that she deserved it.

Claire woke up sometime later to discover she was no longer tied to the bed, and her stockings and blindfold had been removed. She blinked a few times trying to adjust to the light of the room and looked around for Him. He was sitting in a chair with a slight smile on His face. As she looked at Him, she thought about all that had happened and all she had done, and she blushed and looked down, afraid to make eye contact. What must He think of me, she wondered? I am such a wanton little slut. She looked back up to find He was still staring at her. She briefly returned His smile, again looking away. As Claire stretched and yawned, she noticed that her body was quite sore and felt well used. She winced a little at the pain, but was happy and contented. She wondered what would be next.

He had decided she should bathe, and Claire couldn’t help but agree. It was so much the right thing to do, she thought. How did he know that?

He led her by the hand into the bathroom where a hot, steaming bubble bath was already waiting. He left her in the bathroom long enough to soak and relax. As she sank into the tub, she let out an involuntary moan, as her skin cried out in protest, while her muscles cried in relief. She took the time to feel over her body, the soreness of her wrists from being bound, the tenderness of her breast and nipples, the slight ache in her sex, which amazingly was still a bit swollen. She wasn’t sure if that was from overuse or pent up desire. When He returned He undressed, then helped her to stand up as he emptied the tub and turned on the shower.

First He made her wash all the make-up from her face and then stand with her face to the wall and her hands upon the tiles. From behind He took the liquid soap and poured it over her body His hands followed the rivulets of scented soap down her body. He slowly washed every part or her from her neck and shoulders down to her feet, rubbing His hands deeply into her skin as He pressed His naked body against her. Claire had always felt that it was incredibly sexy and intimate to be bathed by someone and she relished the sensations it aroused.

He wet her hair and washed it thoroughly, massaging her scalp as He did so. Claire was bent over slightly and wondered if she was going to be spanked in the shower, but quickly discovered it was only so that He could remove the butt plug. She had experienced so much in the last few hours, she had forgotten it was even in her. The feeling of reprieve she felt as He removed it was short lived as He replaced it with His fingers, slowly pushing in and out of her, finger fucking her ass. Claire suppressed a moan as she leaned back into His hard, male body. His free hand began to massage and then squeeze her breast, while His mouth bit her on the neck. Trapped in this position, Claire just allowed her body to be used the way He wanted, enjoying the feeling of being possessed and controlled. Standing like that, so exposed, she was nothing but His toy, to do with as He wished. As His finger continued to fuck her from behind, He grabbed the plastic loofa sponge with His other hand and growled at her to spread her legs. As she did so, He began to run the loofa over her mound, which was beginning to respond to the torment her body was receiving. He lightly, but quickly ran the sponge over her swelling bud, as He rigorously fingered her from behind. In minutes she was standing on her tiptoes, playing with her breasts, pulling them, twisting them, trying to spread her legs even wider for Him.

To further torment her, He added a second finger up her bottom and began to bite harder into her neck. Impaled this way, Claire’s body shook in pleasure as she came hard and fast. As her body started to relax, He held onto her so she wouldn’t fall, His grip tight and strong, His body supporting her completely. When her breathing had returned to normal, He stepped out of the bathtub and dried Himself quickly, putting His pants back on, and reached for her, still leaning supported by the wall. Standing in front of Him He dried her with the towel, making sure no water remained anywhere on her body. He then took the wooden hairbrush and started to brush her hair. When she saw the brush, she remembered what she had done earlier and blushed. If He noticed her reaction, He didn’t say anything.

Once Claire was clean and dried off, He took her back to the bedroom, taking the brush with Him; in the middle of the room stood a chair, with no arm rests. She knew that part of the evening would consist of her being punished, but with all that had occurred, she had forgotten about it. She tried to swallow, aware that fear had caused a huge lump in her throat. Her fantasies about being spanked and the reality of the experience were on a collision course, with the crash site staring her in the face in the form of a simple high backed chair.

Afraid to look at Him, she looked down at her feet, hoping maybe they could just forget about this part of the evening. He lifted her head to look her in the eyes.

“Now Claire, as we had agreed before you came here this evening, you are to be punished for your disobedience to me last week. Is that correct? Answer me”

“Yes”, she whispered

“Yes what?”

“Yes sir, that is correct”

“Good. Now tell me what it is you are being punished for?”

“For not completing my homework in a timely fashion, for not showing you proper respect during some of our interactions, for failing to tell you when an assignment scares or concerns me, and for masturbating after you had strictly forbidden it.”

“Yes, but that is not all. What about your additional punishment for tonight?”

“For speaking when I was told not to.”

“That is correct. And what is your punishment for that?”

Claire looked at Him, her eyes pleading, she couldn’t say it. If she said it, then she was accepting it, and no punishment scared her worse that the cane. She had no idea what it might feel like in reality. The idea of it was enough to devastate her.

“Claire, what is the punishment for disobeying this evening?” He demanded, His voice a little harsher

“Six strokes of the cane” Claire said almost inaudibly, struggling to hold back her tears