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  Done.

  Let the journey begin!

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  Lena:

  The hard marble floor by the entrance of his house hurts my knees. Naked I tremble and yet cold sweat covers my body in trepidation. He said he will be home after 8 PM but it is almost 10 o'clock already. Is he giving me one last chance to change my mind? One last test to stand up, dress, and leave him forever? I sniffle and shake and for a moment I wonder if my hair looks good and then immediately I realize how ludicrous it is for me to even consider my appearance. I usually don't wear mascara and keep my lipstick to a minimum. My black hair cascades down to the small of my back and I realize I actually don't care. Disheveled and naked, I offer myself as tribute to my master.

  It wasn't an easy decision, but now that I have made it, I feel a measure of relief.

  After reading through his contract I almost bolted and ran. I know that if I leave now, I shall never see him again. That thought alone stills my body and I linger in mid-step. Oh the irony! The biggest decision of my life, and here I am, the most indecisive person I know, all alone and having to make it without any help or guidance.

  Perhaps that has been his intention all along? Leave me in turmoil and give me all the rope I need to hang myself one way or another. There is a pen lying tantalizingly close to the folder. I cannot stop myself as I reach out and take it…

  *

  Master:

  There is no time like the present to start a young girl's education. I turn and look at her kneeling there by the door. Her back is to me, black curls cascading down almost to the dimples above her butt. Beautiful and gorgeous are simply words that do not begin to describe the creature offering herself up to me tonight. I smile.

  "Lena, you do understand that even though I am not angry with you, you still need to be punished before anything else." I see her breath still and her body tense almost imperceptibly. She doesn't know how to respond and I find her consternation endearing.

  A deep breath…

  "Why, M-master?" She asks as I see her alarm building.

  "I am sure you already know, sweet Lena. Perhaps not consciously, but subconsciously your mind is guilty and I will help you realize it." She begins to protest but I interrupt her. Steel is to be tempered while hot and so are young impressionable submissives too.

  "Stand!" I yell and my voice reverberates back like a whip from the walls. In less than a second the lithe little brunette is standing at attention and trembling like a leaf.

  "Turn around and follow me," I order her and don't give her a chance to deliberate as I turn and start walking towards the steps at the back of my house. They lead straight down into my sellers. There she will learn all about torture. The torture she has caused me all these years of ignoring my plea of love. I hear her gentle breath and the sound her naked feet make as she demurely follows me down into the darkness of my dungeon.

  ~

  Punished

  Lena:

  The marble floors beneath my bare feet are soon replaced by rough clay as we walk deeper and deeper down into the basement of my master’s house. In some ways the fact that I have to follow him, naked but free and on my own volition, with no blindfold, ropes, or force of any kind, makes my discomfort more acute. And my pussy very, very wet.

  Finally we enter through a small door a room so large I cannot see the other side of it. My mouth falls open. My master turns to look at me. I can see him studying my face as I allow my eyes to adapt to the dim light of the room and the horror within. Chains, whips, canes, implements that rightly belong in a museum of medieval torture line the walls on all sides. A huge bed with black covers occupies center stage not far from a metal table with chains hanging off of it. One single leather couch faces them both. On it I see a remote control and what looks to be a taser.

  Oh dear God! He has called my bluff. A couple of hours ago, I accepted him as my master and signed a contract of service. Now here I am, in his own private torture chamber. He's in charge of me and so I just stand on shaky legs allowing my building panic to buffet my body as I scrunch my face up and start to cry.

  He had just spoken of punishment. He had just said that before anything else, before my training was even to begin, I had to submit myself to his punishment. Punishment for what?! What have I done to deserve pain? I have hardly seen Dr. Branigan since he sent me the book Lolita and his love letter…

  Yes of course! I cover my mouth and look at him and I see he knows what I am thinking. I never replied to his love letter. He's going to punish me for ignoring him all this time since he sent me his written admission of love.

  "But I wasn't ready,” I say in a small voice. “I was too young, hardly eighteen…”

  "Shhhh, little one, I know, I know,” he says and comes closer. He gently takes me and hugs me tightly against his hard body. He smells of soap and lavender. My naked body instinctively molds itself into his chiseled contours. I am naked and he's dressed. I stand shaking against the rock face that is his chest as he palms the back of my head. I feel his big, strong hands holding me tightly around the shoulders.

  It has been two years since we last spoke for real. Even though I have hardly seen him, I have thought of him more often than I can count. Alone in my bed, he has kept me awake and visited my dreams too. I think I know him better than I know myself. He believes he can hide his soul from me by distancing himself behind a façade of silence and stoic resolve, but I already know more than words could ever explain. I know what he wants. He wants me to beg, to beg him for my punishment and I start bowling against his chest for I know I will do it. My body once again has made the decision for me and my mind is merely catching up. I will do anything my master wants.

  I snuggle against him for a long time before I gather up the courage to look up between his pecks. "I'll do whatever you want, master." I hear myself say. I can feel his arousal like a branch of a tree where his pants brush my belly. I cannot stand to be so close to him and yet be denied the touch of his skin. I watch and wait for his next command. I can almost feel his mind cataloging all my little tremors and whimpers filing them away somewhere in his head in a database for later use.

  For the first time tonight he steps back and smiles at me. He holds out his hand and I take it doing the best I can to try and stop shaking. A deep heat washes over my body as I see the hunger shine in his eyes.

  *

  Master:

  She's beautiful like the dawn and sunset all wrapped into one. Tears streak down her high cheeks falling onto her quivering breasts as she tries and fails to still her shaking. Gently I lead her over to the bed and prepare her for her very first spanking. A woman’s first punishment is something intimate, something to be administered with care and respect. We will both be transformed after that. I will no longer simply be another man. To her, I will forever be the man who chastised her, the one who took her first innocence away. Even after the scars have long healed, their memory will linger on in her mind — vivid and loud. We will never be able to go back once her flesh has been kissed by my strength. She's beautiful, like clay in my hands as I arrange her on her knees facing the headboard. I step aside and I can see her struggle with herself. Should she turn and look and see where I went, what I am getting? Or should she be strong? So indecisive, so innocent, so beautiful.

  I flip the switch and suddenly her naked body is bathed in floodlights. Her body shines like a supernova being born in the darkness of heaven. She manages to remain motionless facing the way I have arranged her petrified body. I step closer and now she can see the leather strap in my hand. A whimper…

  "Shhhhh, little one." I say. "Six times. On each cheek. Then you will tell me why you think I am punishing you. Then six more on your belly." She's crying openly again but stays in position. She has no concept of the pain that is coming for her. Her eyes drift back to the leather strap and she nods demurely. I step behind her and she tenses at the whooshing sound the leather makes as it slices through the darkness of the room.


  Bang! Like a clap of thunder, the sound is deafening. Then she screams. Her wail splits the darkness and echoes from the metal of the implements of torture hanging on the walls. Her body writhes and wiggles like a malting butterfly.

  "It is okay to scream." There's so much she needs to learn.

  "Bang!" Her scream is sharp and punctuated. Bang! She is breathless and I realize her mind is searching desperately for the right words to make me stop. But she cannot find them. Bang! She tilts and falls into the bed. But then amazingly rights herself back up on all fours again. My beautiful submissive! The pain continues.

  Soon her other cheek is just as red and purple as the first and it is time to offer her my love. I step forth and sit by her on the bed and she tumbles into me quickly righting herself back up so that her aching cheeks are in the air. She presses herself into me like a child seeking solace. I cradle her in my arms stroking my fingers through her lush black hair and I kiss the top of her head while she cries.

  "I am sorry, Master,” she says softly against my shirt that is by now soaking wet with her tears.

  "Sorry for what, little one?"

  "I ignored you all this time, and yet you were always on my mind,” she whimpers and I squeeze her tightly against me. I feel a tear roll down my cheek.

  We stay like that for a long while until I feel her heart that is fluttering like a butterfly in a jar slowly calm down. Her breathing evens out but she doesn't move. She keeps pressing herself into me afraid of what will happen when she lets go.

  "Come," I say and take her up by the arms as I she allows me to draw her away from me. Her eyes are pleading but her mouth is silent and her face resigned. "On your back." Demurely Lena lies down, her face scrunching up in a pretty little grimace where her bum cheeks touch the cold black satin of the bedsheets. Her eyes tear up at the pain and heat radiating from her abused globes as she looks at me seeking my strength. I nod and caress her forehead. "I want you to lift yourself up on your elbows and feet," I say. "These strikes will be stronger than before." She's crying again but nods and demurely pushes herself her feet small feet down lifting her belly up, her eyes still glued on mine. I can see her unshaved pussy and my cock throbs with pleasant surprise when I notice the shimmering twinkle of moisture on her dark hairs there.

  Her body is trembling and her nipples are tight upon her quivering tits that point straight up on her hyperventilating chest. "You are going to hyperventilate. Concentrate on your breathing and count to five before every breath.” My beautiful little submissive nods and obeys. Her breaths come in slower now but are more labored and deeper.

  "Ask me for it." I order her.

  "Please, don't," she stops herself seeing the dark menace flood my face. "Please, master, spank me."

  I nod. "Be more precise. Be sincere. Ask me like you mean it."

  “Please, Master, punish me. Please use the paddle, the leather strap and beat my tummy," her voice is so soft and little and her body is now shaking with the tremors of exertion of having to offer herself up in the air like that. My beautiful little lamb. "Please… Please spank me, Master, please master…"

  Her eyes drop down to the leather strap hanging in my hand and she tenses again as she hears it come down through the stillness of the room. Her eyes are scrunched shut as it falls across her soft white tight little tummy just below her navel. It is deafening. And then the sharp loud pain. She gasps but does not scream, tears pouring down her face.

  "Please…" I look at her questioningly.

  "No, please, don't stop," I see her swallow as she closes her eyes and relaxes into submission. I aim the next strike above her navel just below her ribs. A gasp. And a nod. Third strike comes down just between the reddening flesh of the first two covering her delicious little belly button with leather and pain. I stop for a moment giving her some time to catch her breath. Her body betrays her and she falls back in the bed. I walk around her other side now. I give her a moment and then motion for her to resume the position. I know that by now endorphins are flooding her system pushing her to heights she has never experienced before. Tears are now streaming continuously down her beautiful cheeks but it isn't so much pain that is causing them but the realization of her surrender. First baby steps to her full acceptance that she is becoming mine. Then she lifts herself up off the bed offering her belly again. The strip of black leather whips across her quivering skin making her squirt tears with every strike.

  Finally I am done and she falls back into the dark mattress. Her brow is furrowed but the most beautiful smile tentatively blossoms on her full lips.

  I leave her and come back with a tube of disinfectant and salve. She lays staring up into the nothingness as I carefully tend to her injured skin and then I kiss her for the first time on her open mouth. I don't linger even though I have to use every last bit of willpower to tear myself away from her welcoming lips. I turn her around and tend to her red and blue backside.

  "Thank you, Master," she says. I am surprised and relieved and I think I am in love.

  I replace the paddle on the wall and motion her to follow me.

  *

  Lena:

  Mercifully we leave his dreadful dungeon. I follow him as we walk back up into the light of his beautiful and large house. All these years during which he had been our family physician, we had never visited his place. It is enormous. I look up and I can see a staircase leading at least three more floors above us. I had been so overwhelmed this morning that it never occurred to me to explore his home. My indecisive nature, I suppose. I place a hand gently on my tummy which now radiates angry heat beneath my fingers and I feel a twitching pain in my buttocks as I walk behind my master and I wonder whether I would have still signed the contract of submission had I known of the whips and chains downstairs.

  “Have you had dinner yet?” he asks.

  “No, not yet,” I reply. He stops and looks at me, with those severe dark eyes of his that send chills to the very core of my body. "M-master, not yet, master," I stammer. Finally he nods and we walk into the kitchen. I wonder whether he will permit me to dress again or shall I forever stay naked in his presence.

  "Can you cook?" The question catches me by surprise.

  "Yes, Master. Since my mom's multiple sclerosis got worse, I have been doing our home meals every day now for more than two years." My mind is flooded with unbidden images of my mother, that pillar of my life, now crushed by disease and in a hospice. I tear up again. I am such a mess today.

  I'm ashamed and embarrassed but master comes back to me and reaches for handkerchief from his jacket pocket. He uses it to tenderly daub my eyes dry. He doesn't say anything but stays there as I move in closer and lean my head against his powerful chest.

  "I have had the fridge fully stocked yesterday. See what you can find there and prepare me the best dinner you can," he says taking my chin in the palm of his hand and looks me straight in the eyes. "I haven't had dinner yet either. So hurry." He arches an eyebrow and I tear myself away from him scurrying nervously to the fridge. Before I know it instincts and habit have asserted themselves and I have green beans simmering on the stove while I start grilling a beef tri-tip steak that I am about to glaze with a sauce made according to a recipe my mother taught me. I catch my master's eye as he sits at the bar stool in the kitchen and I see him smile contentedly. This is all the reinforcement I need.

  *

  Master:

  What a pleasant surprise! Lena is quite the accomplished little cook. Watching her prepare the tri-tip steak from the fridge and the aromas that are soon wafting through the house as she dances naked from one end of the kitchen to the fridge and then to the grill, her muscles working as her breasts quiver in delicious oblivion as she goes about her work, make me realize what a fortunate man I have suddenly become.

  Without even having to ask her, she goes to the living room and sets the table for me.

  "Put out silverware and a plate for yourself too."

  Suddenly I see her hesitation. "I
don't eat meat, M-master," she says hesitantly.

  "Tonight you will eat meat. I want you well-nourished. You will be needing your strength these next couple of weeks for sure." I say and she submits herself to my will and nods. The dinner is out of this world.

  I look at the naked beauty sitting across the dinner table. Every now and then she casts a curious glance my way but otherwise demurely looks down at her plate.

  "There is red wine in the cupboard on the left side of the living room. Get us a bottle of the 2007 Saint Emillion Grand Cru Bordeaux. Open it and pour yourself a glass as well." She shoots me a questioning look.

  "My mom…," She starts and stops. Then starts again, "I have never had wine before."

  "How come?”

  “Mom said alcohol is dangerous for young ladies. And I guess I never felt the urge to drink,” she explains demurely looking down and blushing deeply.

  “Your mother is a wise lady and was correct in telling you to avoid spirits. However tonight will be a night of many firsts for you,” I say and give her time to absorb the gravity of my words. “Wine will help you relax."

  “Yes, Master,” she says and stands to get the wine.

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  Lena:

  Oh my God! What is he planning for me? This has to absolutely be the longest day in my life! My heart is racing as I concentrate on not dropping the expensive bottle of wine or breaking the beautiful crystal into which I pour the thick red liquid. I place the cups with shaking hands before Master and myself.

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