Ch : A punishment In his hands, the crop. Forty today He says; his only words to me today. He moves to my left. I nod, close my eyes, and take a deep breath. I hear the hiss of the rattan crop through the air, and the crack against my skin, before I feel the burn of the first cut on my ass. I throw my head back but manage to contain my scream.

Ch : Night He takes me down. I can barely move. My pussy is on fire. Swollen from the crop, my nether lips bulge. If Mr. Marshall wishes to use my pussy, it will be hell. I hope he just uses my ass. I hate anal sex, but anything would be better than his huge dick in my tender cunt. Robert takes me to the master bathroom where I must contemplate myself on the full length wall mirror.

Ch: Appointment day It is a sunny cold day in March. The snowstorm that covered the streets with snow is gone, leaving a clear, frosty day, with temperatures in the s. I walk down the street, dressed only in my black sable coat, black velvet choker, and stylish inch pumps, also black, of course. As I walk, the cold air seeps under my coat, up my legs and into my bare pussy. I am going to Mr. Marshalls mansion. I am afraid of what will happen there.

When Parker whips me however, there is no one to enjoy it. He definitely does not. I know that he does not get erect during a session. Mr. Marshall is not there either, and neither is Paul. I have asked Paul if he sees the sessions, or if they are taped and he said no. He does know what happens in them, although, when he sends me, he does not know if Mr. Marshall will use me or not. It is so frustrating. If at least Paul could see me being whipped, it would at least count for something. I strangle a sob. I lift my eyes and Parker stands in front of me. In his hands, the whip. Oh my God. It is been a long time since hes used the whip.