#ridingcrop

I had fallen asleep again and woke up in the dark. I rubbed my eyes, waiting for them to adjust. I looked at my clock, 9.20pm. As I rolled over, the duvet became tight. There, sitting on the edge of it was Mike.

“How are you feeling? Any better?” I thought for a minute. I did feel better. The nausea had gone now and my headache was just a dull ache that I barely noticed.

“Yeah, a lot better thanks.”

“Good. It’s time for your punishment.” I tried to sit up, but the duvet was tucke around me too tightly.

“Punishment? I thought I was grounded?”

“You are. But I doubt that will be enough. Now, I want you to get up and bend over the bed with your legs wide apart.”

“What! Are you joking? I’m not doing that!” I was shocked and angry at the suggestion.

“You will, little madam. You don’t have a choice. I can tie you down if you want?”

“You wouldn’t. I’m not moving from this spot.” I held the duvet even tighter around me.

“Very well. You’ll get an extra 10 on top of the 10 you were already going to get for disobedience.” He stood up and pulled the cover from me. “And for also disobeying me, you will be whipped naked.” He pinned me down, covering my mouth with his hand. I struggled, but he was too strong for me. He took my pyjama shorts off with one swift action. Then paused and smiled.

“I knew you would enjoy this. Better make sure the lashes are hard enough to teach you a lesson then.” I looked at him, wondering how on Earth he thought I was enjoying any of this. Then he showed me.

Flipping me over onto my front, he parted my legs. He looked at what was now on show to him. I hadn’t been wearing any knickers and was now completely exposed. He gently run his fingers up the inside of my leg before reaching my pussy. Pausing, before running a finger through my slit, parting my pussy lips. I subconsciously sighed and then felt humiliation. Rubbing his finger on my clit a few times, I knew now how he could tell I was enjoying it. His digit glided through the wetness with ease. There was no hiding it from him now.

I was close to cumming when he abruptly stopped and reached to the side of the bed. I glanced towards him and saw what sent a bolt through me. A long, leather riding crop was now being gripped in the hand that had just recently been making me feel so good. I barely had chance to protest as he brought the crop down on my arse cheeks, with a loud “thwack!”. The sting was like nothing else I had felt before. I screamed and my back arched, desperate to get away from the crop and from him.

“Stop, please, stop!” My words strained in my throat.

“Thwack!”

“Please, I promise to never do it again. I will do anything! Just, please...”

“Thwack!”

“Please...no...SIRRRR!” I had no idea where that last word had come from, but it seemed to stop Mike from bringing down anymore lashes for a while. He put down the crop and loosened his grip on me. I sat up, looking at him, the humiliation growing still.

“Sir? Why did you call me Sir?” He looked amused.

“I...I don’t know. It just sort of came out.” I looked at my hands.

“It seems you are a natural submissive. This is what you want. What you need. Now, before we start again with your punishment, I want you to repeat what you told me last night in the car.” I had to think carefully about last night before it dawned on me what he was talking about. I want going to repeat that! It was embarrassing.

“I cant remember.”

“Then make yourself remember. Otherwise we will add another 5 lashes to the ones I still owe you.”

“I really cant remember.” I sobbed.

“Well, then, Princess, lets see if you remember by the end of your punishment. Stand at the end of your bed and bend over. Or do you want more added again?” I decided to get it over with. He wasn’t going to let me off and it may stop him from asking that question again. I got up and stood at the end of the bed. He used the crop between my legs to remind me about spreading them. I did as I was told and then bent over. he didn’t hesitate this time.

“Thwack...Thwack...Thwack!” I managed eight before I collapsed on the floor. He knelt down beside me and b rushed the hair out of my face before kissing me on the lips. I kissed back, half consciously. He didn’t need to ask the question again.

“I love you, Sir.” I said dumbly, but meaning every word. I did love him. And I hoped he loved me too.