Disobedience

He twirled the knife through his fingers, staring at the beauty tied to his bed. She squirmed at the site of his imposing figure, afraid at what he was going to do with the blade spinning menacingly around his fingers. He reached out with his one free hand, caressing her naked body, swirling his fingers against her pale skin. 


'Child, you have disobeyed me again, you know what that means, don't you?' 


She trembled at those words, she knew what it meant, that's why she disobeyed her master. He pressed the flat of the blade to her stomach.


'This time, since your disobedience has caused much embarresment to me, I am not going to administer the punishment,' her eyes went wild. 'Instead, I am going to let my friend show you what it means for embarassment to come upon you.' He turns to the door and calls out. 'My Lady, it is time.' 


A woman, tall, lithe, almost elf-like, walked in. Dull, black leather encased her slimline form. A whip, nine knotted leather strands tied to a snakeskin handle, fluttered menacingly with each step. The Lady stared at the tied victim with an almost bloodthirsty lust. 


'Is this the disobedient one?' 


'Yes, my Lady, and as you can she, she is ready for you to exact her punishment.'


'Good.' 


She unclasped the whip from her side, gliding it over the young girl's skin.


'You shall not speak, you will not resist, if you do, the pain will become worse. Do I make myself clear?' 


The girl, visibly shaken at her new Mistress, nods her head. 


'Very well,' 


The Lady brings the whip to bear, lashing at the thighs and arms. Her victim writhed in pain, fighting hard not to scream, not out of pain, but out of pleasure. She could feel herself wanting the lashings, craving the sensations it brings. Six more lashings came down onto her, each leaving their mark. 


'Turn her around, my young Errant.' 


'Yes, my Lady.' 


He unclasps the shackles from her wrists and ankles, deftly twisting her body until the as yet untouched skin was exposed. The shackles went back on, a little tighter than before. Face down, she couldn't tell when the nine strands will come, making her contemplate the what would come next. She could here whispering, too low for her to hear. A sliding sound, like a box being dragged across the floor. More movement at the foot of the bed, then a cold wetness sprays around her most intimate area. She knew what was coming, and she wanted it more.


'Errant, if I may.'


The Errant handed the Lady a long, thick rubber toy. She stared at it for a moment, admiring it's beauty. SHe knew what such a toy could bring, and almost chuckled at the thought.


'It is time.' the Lady murmured.