Purge

I woke up with a dry, unusual pressure against my tongue, desperately needing a glass of water. A few seconds later I forgot about the water too. The sharp crack across my thighs made me jump.

Or they would have if I could have moved. The realization that I was bound to the bed on my stomach with some sort of absorbent cloth stuffed in my mouth holding my tongue down brought a muffled scream from my throat. What was he doing?

Obviously, whipping me. I don't mean to sound snide but I look back upon that moment and ridicule myself. How slow...

I digress. His large hand was running up my thigh at this point, lifting away and becoming ghostly fingers right as they reached my groin. I pressed my forehead into the bed and groaned pathetically. And of course the slapper of the heavy leather crop he kept for these occasions came down hard against my left ass cheek. Dammit dammit dammit...

My mind frantically searched for what I'd done wrong the previous day. He was only this controlling when I'd really messed up. Usually he could content himself with some light spanking and pinning my hands, but this time...oh this time...

My arms were tied at descending intervals behind my back and my legs lashed spread-eagle. He meant to concentrate my whipping on my ass and thighs and not spread it out over my back. He had no mercy today. The next blow, when it fell, came down hard across the tops of both my thighs. He had switched to using the shaft of the damn crop. He was caning me. I squirmed against the bed uselessly, the tiny tears starting to form at the corners of my eyes.

"Stupid, useless slut." I heard him murmur."I know you're awake, bitch. You can make noise." And like he reached in and grabbed my vocal cords to make them dance, I groaned loudly, ending it with a catching gasp through the cloth. The so-called gag was apparently there just to make me uncomfortable and not to shut me up. How kind.

The crop fell again and again, in long intervals, for what seemed like hours but probably wasn't. I stopped feeling the individual blows long before he was finished and it became a continuous, agonizing pain that made me stop squirming and just cry.

"You disobeyed me again, slut." I heard the whisper in my ear as he stroked my hair the way I liked when I was good. He was mocking me. "If you can't tell me what you did wrong when I come back in this room, you'll get 12 lashes. Think hard."

Despite the pain haze, my brain went into panic mode. I woke up and made us breakfast. Showered, went to work, called Mas-

Shit. Dinner. I went home and made dinner like normal, when he told me to meet him at Bianci's at six. He wasn't even late coming home, that's why I didn't remember. Oh no.

The door clicked and the carpet shuffled behind me. I paused a moment wondering if he wanted me to mumble my answer through my gag. I was lucky. He release the rope holding the offending cloth in place and ripped it from my mouth. "Well?" He demanded crossly.

"I'm sorry, Master. I forgot about our dinner date and came home. You tried to make a special day for me and I was a stupid whore who threw it back in your face by forgetting. Forgive me, please!" I sobbed and begged against the bed, my words labored because the pressure on my chest was making it difficult to breath.

"Oh, so you can remember things. Too bad you can only do it when I'm whipping your ass. Bitch. I should leave you there all day." As he said this his hand wandered down my arms to caress my reddened and swelling ass. Even his gentle pressure stung, and caused a hiss to escape between my teeth.

Purposely misreading my reaction, he crooned mockingly, "But I think you'd like it. You're such a whore that-" he trailed off briefly to punctuate, as he dipped a finger into my slit, "yep you're fucking wet from the beating. You really can't keep your head on straight can you?" The final was said harshly.

"Well, since you seem to need it so badly, I suppose I can oblige you. Present. Now." He barked the orders and I wondered how to get up into position. I wriggled uselessly against the bed, having no leverage into the soft mattress to get into the correct position.

"Well? Why isn't your ass in the air yet, slave? Do I have to do every little god damned thing myself?" He grabbed the length of rope coiled between my wrists and dragged me up into the right position. Before I could even whimper, his hips slammed against my sore, reddened ass and I screamed with mingled pleasure and protest.

Already I could feel my body tightening, getting close to orgasm but his hand in my hair reminded me of the consequence of coming before he told me too. A week...no no I couldn't let myself think of that. That would be too terrible. Control myself. That's what I had to...mmm...dammit...

"Well slut, are you going to come for me or do I have to beat it out of you?" Permission given, so to speak, I broke down and shuddered, juices running all over him.

Almost affectionately, he chuckled, "Messy little whore. You know you have to clean this up don't you?"

"Yes, Master." I agreed breathlessly, happy to do whatever he asked.

He came over and sat in front of me, staring down at me with his sternest and most hateful look. Eager to earn forgiveness, I lapped at his thighs with my tongue , getting every drop before working him as far down my throat as I could. I gagged.

As soon as I did his hand went to the back of my head and he held me there, choking on his cock slightly, knowing if I hurt him I'd get thrown. I tried desperately to relax my throat. I felt a slight brush against my top teeth. Shit!

I knew it. He was dragging me by my hair off the bed and across the floor faster than I could even think to apologize. And before I realized it my arms were free, and they were aching from the long constraint.

I immediately got to my feet and he backed me into the wall. The wall where the Hook is. Shit...shit...
"Hands folded across your chest." He intoned coldly. I obeyed. "Now lean against my chest, standing on your tiptoes." I rocked forward, balancing precariously on the balls of my feet, my calves straining, and he walked backwards about six inches, further pushing my balance. He then reached up and grabbed my hair, all of it.

He gathered it in a ponytail, and tied it back behind my head. Then he proceeded to wrap the thin nylon rope hanging from the heavy hook in the wall around my hair from scalp nearly to the end of the ponytail, at last threating it through underneath the initial tie and securing it in a twisted loop, before stringing the rope back up to the hook and securing it with a nice solid knot I could not see. He stepped away and with abandonment came agony.

My hair was pulled taut, straining my scalp and my calves were already starting to ache from the position. I was stuck. If I let my feet down I'd most certainly rip the hair right out of my skull but if I didn't, eventually my legs were going to give out. Master turned his back and left the room, closing the door most of the way.

I tried shifting leg to leg, but it didn't help. It only ached. My calves were straining, the muscles shifting uncomfortably beneath my skin and the roots of my hair seemed ever closer to coming free of my scalp. It seemed like forever before Master stalked back into the room, but it couldn't have been more than five minutes, tops.

I thought I was going to get free. I thought since I'd only made a small error and hadn't hurt him he'd let me off easy, but no. He was still very angry with me and the next bit showed me what a stupid little whore I really had been.

I screamed when the teeth of the clamp snapped harshly on my left nipple and he slapped me. "Shut up. You're not allowed to make noise any more."

I swallowed the sound I would have made when he did the other nipple. It took every ounce of self control I had but I did it. The tears in my eyes and running down my face made it impossible to tell what he was going to do next.

I heard a buzz and a clatter from somewhere in the vicinity of the bed. My cell phone. It was ringing. Like a man possessed his head snapped towards it and he started striding over to grab it. He was going to make me talk on the thing while I was...no I couldn't. No more..."YELLOW!" I screamed.

His face fell and he threw the phone on the bed , and released my hair from the Hook, tossing me once again on my stomach on the bed.

"For not enduring your punishment, you will not be allowed to use your cell phone for the rest of the week, and you will be spanked with an open hand on your cane marks every day until they fade. Present."

I crawled up on my hands and knees into position and he slammed into me making me cry out. In slow, hard strokes he fucked me until I was squirming. "Oh go ahead and come, I know you want to." He sneered, and I cried out as I orgasmed around him. To my dismay he pulled out and shoved me onto my sore back, spending himself on my stomach. "Oh yes, and I won't come inside your hungry little cunt until they're gone either. Clean up the room and take a shower. I want you in bed in an hour."

He got up and stalked out of the room, leaving me to change the sheets sobbing in relief. I couldn't wait to thank him.