Anissa Willemina Drake

"I’m wonderful. I love getting punched in the face by my best friend." He retorted. Edward rolled his eyes and reached up with his index finger to feel his nose. He would survive. It wasn’t that bad, it just mentally, was unbearable. "Anissa, can you walk with me to my room? I’d like to clean up, although, I don’t want to be alone right now. It’s best I go with someone who knows how to handle me." He tried to keep the tone soothing, but he could feel, his voice was still demanding and angered.

Hearing Edward's answer to her question about him being all right made Anissa realize she should have know she's get a sarcastic answer from him. "I meant is your nose all right? Do you think you should see the doctor?" She replied back to him, even if it wasn't what she really wanted to say. However, this was Edward and such comments could get her into deep trouble with not only him but her father as well. "Um.. Of course." The answer was given in a bit of shock. The idea that anyone could handle Edward in the way he was referring to was not something Anissa thought was possible. "It might be best to put some ice on it. We should pick up some from your common room on our way." Anissa hoped she wasn't over stepping by her suggestion.

"Seems I can’t really help myself." He mumbled, trying to shift his position, so that he wasn’t touching her in that way again. "I just want you comfortable. Wouldn’t want your first kiss to be a tragedy." He grinned.

Edward kissed her again, his movements a lot more passionate, and aggressive. He wanted to teach her how to kiss the way he knew how. 

"Do you want me to keep kissing you?" He asked.

It was that feeling that only Edward's tough so far was able to create within her. Since the demo she's wonder if it would be the same with other man but fear kept her from testing that theory out. If most people found out about this fear they'd tell she should be more afraid of what Edward could do to her then what could happen with another man. Anissa knew she should pay attention to the fact; however, right now she was to far gone with it came to kissing Edward and the feeling he was awaking inside her to care about any of that.

"Yes," was all she moaned before continuing the kiss. 

"I am going to be using this quality 4’ bullwhip next on my submissive. Remember Anissa, when you feel the need to say the safety word, please do so in a voice that I, and the rest of the board directors, can hear." He stated in a authoritative tone. "I’m going to be standing behind Anissa, popping the whip over her head teasingly, and then will strike her." 

Edward walked back behind Anissa and allowed his finger tips to brush against the back of her neck. They trickled down to her bare back and he strolled back into the position he was at with the flogger, only taking a few more steps away, so that he was in the right position for the whip to make contact with skin. He raised the whip and popped it over her head to allow the tension to build up. The momentum continued like this and two more times he would raise it and pop it near her so that she could feel terrified being in his presence.

He looked in the audience and was now prepared to break skin with his submissive. “I will be striking you now, Anissa. Remember your safety word and repeat it to me.” He ordered. 

"My safety word is red." She responded.

Edward raised the whip once more and let it loosely flow from his fingers to pop into her back. The sound she made from the whip was so mesmerizing. The whip went into her skin and began causing a few cuts into her back. He licked his lips from the sweat trying to pour down onto his face. He was so aroused by the blood he was seeing into her cut. After a few more times of striking, he lowered his whip, and walked closer towards an exhausted submissive. She had been flogged and now whipped. Lastly, he would be demonstrating how to use a cane against her. 

The question now was what did Edward have in store for her. He wasn't done causing her pain that was for sure. Pain seemed to be the one thing Edward loved to hand out. Anissa knew if she had been paying attention when Edward was explaining his plans for the demo she would know what was to come. Alas she couldn't change the past and now had to wait. Thankfully or not she didn't have to wait very long. The whip, that was what was to be used next. The damage that could be done with a whip in the right hands or wrong as the case may be was unimaginable. With the right force and snap a whip could turn a person's back into mush; make it look like minced meat. If this was happening anywhere else Anissa would have found herself freaking out. With the board members and headmistress here she knew there was no way Edward could take it that far. 

Having learned that listening to Edward even when he was speaking to the board and headmistress Anissa was able to start preparing her mind for what Edward called the  teasing strikes. She was almost in her mind set when the Dominant brushed his finger tips down her back. A breath caught in the back of her throat. Was her body really deceiving her right at the moment when she needed to hold it all together. There was no way she could be affected by a simple touch and yet here she was—affect. Doing her best to hide the shiver that Edward's touch had caused Anissa put all her effort into finding the right head space for what was to come.   

Taking deep breaths once more, Anissa let herself drift back into the head space that would keep her from losing with each hit Edward made to her back with the whip. At the same time though, she couldn't shake the way the man's touch had stirred, awaken something inside her that just didn't want to die down. One snap, two snaps, and then a third had Anissa's thoughts pulled from whatever these new feelings that were consuming her body and onto the man behind her who was making the snapping sounds. Anissa knew she had to get it together or else this would end badly for her. She waited for the next snap to happen. It never came instead Edward spoke once more, asking about her safety word. Giving it to him she waited once more. 

It wasn't long before the whip finally at last made contact with her back. The sting was more than the girl could take and just as pain flew throughout her back Anissa let out a yelp. However, pain wasn't the only thing she was feeling. It seemed the strike of the whip also caused the new feelings that the Dominant's touch had stirred up to grow even more. With each strike after that pain got worse but so did the sensation that was now centered in her lower abdomen. By this point she wasn't sure if she wanted to go away or keep building. Closing her eyes she waited for the next strike to come but it never did. It was over with Edward was done with the whip. If only that meant this was the end. That she could come down from the hook but it wasn't. There was more to come and Anissa wasn't sure if she could or would make it through whatever else Edward had planned. For now she would just breath. 

I know. You’ve been raised right.

I really am sorry. I don't know what I was thinking when I said what I said.

You say that now, but, I’m not too sure you really mean it.

Of course I mean it. I wouldn't lie to you.

Excuse me? Did you really say that to me? You’re getting a bit too comfortable.

I'm sorry. I wasn't... It was rude of me and I apologize. It won't happen again. I'm sorry.

A partner who likes to do more then just study. Practice more on intimacy if you can understand what I mean.

It's not hard to understand what you mean, Edward. Some times I wonder if you have a one track mind.