Hard Lessons
taking issue with my efforts. “You’ve earned yourself a punishment already for your disobedience. Stay there.”
    Unable to sign an apology as my hands are flat on the floor I can only listen to his footsteps as he strides down the hallway in the direction of the dungeon. He returns moments later with a thick leather strap. It’s one of the heaviest in his collection, and I know it’ll hurt, although it doesn’t have any studs on it. Much depends on the skill and intention of the Dom, of course. He returns to his position behind me and lays the strap gently across my buttocks, trailing it over my body as I shake in confused anticipation.
    Even though I’m afraid, and my muscles hurt like a bitch, I’m also incredibly aroused. My pussy is moistening, and in this position I don’t doubt my ridiculously aroused state is perfectly obvious to him too.
    “Three strokes for your disobedience just now, and three more for being slow to obey my instruction to undress. Then I’m going to inspect your cunt to find out exactly how wet you are. And, you, you’re not to move a muscle during any of this. Is that understood?”
    I nod as I know he’ll demand an answer, and probably add on further punishment strokes if I don’t respond immediately. A moment later the first stroke lands, hard and cruel across my left buttock. I flinch and can’t prevent myself lurching forward. It hurts. Not as much, perhaps, as that first beating back at the Collared and Tied club, but then I wasn’t required to take my own weight.
    “Told you not to move. Now, we start again, and this time you obey me. Right?”
    Again I nod, and manage to brace myself for the blow. At least now I know what to expect. Nick doesn’t hang around. The six promised strokes are delivered hard and fast. By some miracle of determination, willpower and careful breathing control I manage to remain still throughout. My bottom feels to be in flames when Nick drops the heavy strap onto the carpet and moves to stand directly behind me. He places one of his palms on my tender skin, his fingers tracing the welts left by his beating, and I can’t prevent the involuntary clenching of my muscles as the pain bites again. He really is going for it this evening, it seems, and I’m to be pushed to the limits of what I can endure.
    “I’m going to touch you now. I don’t mind you becoming aroused, and slut that you are I don’t suppose you can help that. But if you come you will regret it. So you need to concentrate, and work hard to fight off your orgasm. Do you understand, Freya?” His words are chilling, dripping with implied retribution if I fail to obey him.
    I’m not terribly sure that I do understand, but I nod anyway. I jerk violently as, without preamble or warning, three fingers are rammed hard into my pussy. He growls at me to keep still, and proceeds to thrust his fingers in and out fast. It feels glorious and I clench around his hand.
    “If you come, girl, that’ll earn you ten strokes with the strap. Will one orgasm right now be worth that, do you think?”
    Yes! No! I grind my teeth together and try to hang onto some semblance of control as he finger-fucks me mercilessly. I’m just approaching the point where those ten strokes seem inevitable when he suddenly stops and withdraws his fingers. I sigh, my relief profound, but short-lived, as he reaches lower and pinches my clit hard between his finger and thumb. He grips the sensitive little bud firmly and pulls. It swells within his grasp and he rolls and twists as he again plunges his fingers into me. I know I can’t manage to take much more of this, and as my knees start to buckle he seems to arrive at the same conclusion and releases my clit to wrap an arm around my stomach, preventing me from collapsing in a heap at his feet.
    “You definitely need to build your stamina, girl. Not bad, though, for a first attempt. Do you want to go to bed now?”
    Christ, yes please! I nod, and suddenly find myself

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