His voice is soft and low, seductive, but I hear the menace in it. His anger is palpable.

I'm very disappointed in you.

"I'm sorry, Sir." I'm pretty sure I know what this is about but it's best to let him speak.

"Look at me, Severine." I raise my head and see the wrath in his eyes. And suddenly, out of nowhere, he slaps my face hard, on my left cheek.

"You inconvenienced my staff."

"I'm sorry, Sir."

"You cost me a good sum of money."

"I'm sorry, Sir."

"And worst of all, you put yourself at danger."

"I'm sorry, Sir."

"I expect you in the playroom at 5:30 wearing nothing but the white robe hanging in your room. Your dinner is on the breakfast bar; you will eat it now." And with that he strides out of the room.

I walk over to the kitchen and see a nicely laid out meal of poached salmon with a side of creamed spinach. There's also a small garden salad and a glass of white wine. As I start on the meal I think about Master's words. And then I think about the two speeding tickets I didn't get at the beginning of the week. So this is the price I'll pay instead of a fine. Well, bring it on!

After finishing my dinner quickly, I put the dishes in the washer and head to my room. I take off my clothes and clean up a little. Taking a deep breath, I head to the playroom wearing nothing but the plush white robe.

When I enter the room, I see that Master is sitting on the sofa, facing the bed with his arms spread along the sofa's back. Some type of choral music is playing softly in the background; I believe it's Ligeti's Lux Aeterna. Without turning around, he tells me to take off the robe, hang it on the door, and then come around to face him. I do all this expeditiously. Standing in front of him, I see that he is completely naked and has an enormous erection. I've been quivery ever since I arrived here and the sight of his massive member increases my excitement.

"Hold out your hands," he orders. When I do so, he handcuffs them; the cuffs are covered with white suede, so they feel rather smooth against my skin. He turns me around, braids my hair, and fastens it with a tie. In one swift motion, he lays me facedown across his lap, extending my arms and holding them down with his left hand. His right hand starts caressing my right buttock.

"Do you know why I'm angry, Severine?" he asks.

"Because I was speeding in my new car," I respond.

Smack! His hand comes down on my right cheek, hard.

"Your speeding cost me money, Severine," he says as he fondles my left cheek.

"I'm sorry, Sir," I say, contritely.

Smack! His hand comes down on my left cheek, hard.

"Silence!" His hand goes back to my right cheek. "Your speeding diverted Taylor from his other duties."

Smack! "And you put yourself in danger, as well as your passenger."

He continues his pattern of fondling and spanking, alternating between my right and left cheeks. I feel his hard-on pressing against my midsection. Since I'm lying face down across his lap, I'm inhaling the rich scent of leather from the sofa, mixed with the strong masculine scent emanating from his naked torso. It's a heady combination; mixed with the pain from the spanking my arousal grows and I'm losing myself in all the sensation.

He hasn't had me count the blows so I don't know how many he intended but at some point he stops. He spreads my legs so that my left leg is on the couch, exposing my drenched cleft. He inserts two fingers there and slowly moves them around. Fuck! I am so fucking hot! When I start to move my hips in response to the motion of his fingers, he quickly withdraws them and spanks me again.

"Don't move!" he orders, as he reinserts his fingers. I can feel the moisture spreading as he massages my inner regions deftly. I've lost all track of time so I don't know how long it's been but at some point he withdraws.

"Kneel in front of me," he commands as he lets go of my hands and spreads his legs. I clamber off his lap and kneel demurely on the floor with my hands in front of me. I long to pleasure myself but know that I can't without his permission. He takes his fingers, coated heavily with my juices, and waves them in front of my face. Just when I think he's going to make me suck them, he brings them to his dick and slowly strokes it with them, leaving a film of pussy juice all over it. His fingers then go from his dick to his mouth, where he sucks them greedily, almost as if he's fucking his own mouth, and watches me watching him. Once he's done with his fingers, he rests his hands on his knees and looks at me, his gray eyes heated.

"Suck me, Severine. Grab the base of my cock and suck me."

I eagerly comply, wrapping my cuffed hands around his root and enveloping his shaft with my mouth. I taste the product of my arousal, mixed with his masculine aroma. Using every oral technique I know, I devour him. I swirl my tongue around him, then switch to mouthfucking. His scent makes my pussy wetter than I thought possible. As I increase my rhythm I can feel his arousal increase; he's groaning in a very low voice, as if he's trying to control himself. He leans forward and reaches under my arms to grab my breasts. I step up the pace even more, deep-throating him with every thrust. In return, he starts twisting my nipples and the pain is exquisite. We're on a spiral now, every action causing an increasing reaction until finally he explodes in my mouth and I suck up every drop. After a few seconds, he pulls me onto his lap so I'm straddling him; he holds my hands down in front of me with one hand and wraps the other around my shoulders. He feverishly kisses me, his tongue ravishing my mouth, exploring it as if searching for remnants of his orgasm.

Finally, he withdraws and leans back into the couch. After looking at each other for a minute, he orders me to stand up. I shakily do so, and then he gets up. Leading me by the handcuffs, he walks me over to the area under the ceiling grid. He takes down a carabiner clip and hooks it to the cuffs. When he lets go, the spring it's attached to raises my arms above my head. He gets a blindfold that he'd set on the couch and puts it over my eyes. I hear him pad softly away and then I hear nothing but the music playing. Since I entered the room tonight my concept of time has become completely distorted. I have no idea how long I've been standing like this when all of a sudden I hear a low whistle and then crack! It's the sound of a whip against the floor, just like he did during orientation. I sense rather than hear him walking around me and then I hear the whip crack again. While the spanking was physical punishment, I'm thinking this will be psychological torment. He's varying the distance from me when he cracks the whip. If he's close enough I can hear him when he raises his arm and starts throwing it but other times he's far enough away that I don't hear anything until the crack.

But now, I hear him raise the whip and then suddenly I feel it wrap around my torso. It doesn't hurt but since it's unexpected, I'm jolted. I marvel at his technique - a whip is not the easiest thing to handle and his control of it is extraordinary. He stands near me as he unwinds it. I feel his nose nuzzling my neck beneath my left ear.

"You know, Severine," he whispers softly, "they say that women are lucky because they can have multiple orgasms." He continues nuzzling as he speaks, moving over to the other ear. "But this weekend," he continues, "I'll have multiple orgasms. And you will have…none." His voice and touch and scent stimulate my juices some more; I feel like I'm dripping down there.

He backs away and repeats the floor-cracking pattern again, keeping it random. Suddenly, he cracks it again and wraps it around me, this time higher on my body so that my breasts are wrapped. As he unwraps me this time, he pinches one of my nipples, hard. Again, I'm jolted by the unexpectedness of it, plus my nipples are still feeling the effects of his handling them during the blowjob. Then I feel something leathery and hard slowly going up and down my spine. I think he's massaging me with the whip's handle. He brings it around to my front and circles one tit and then the other, slowly, teasingly. He moves it down my sternum, then circles my navel, then pushes it between my legs. Applying pressure as he does so, he starts rubbing my clit with it. He continues slowly, with increasing pressure, until I feel ready to burst. Just at the point where I'm about to climax, he stops. He withdraws the handle from my crotch and puts it to my lips.

"Taste it, Severine," he commands, "taste your arousal." I start licking the handle as he twists it in my mouth. I'm almost delirious with the need for release but I know it won't be happening. The smells from our bodies, the sounds of the music and the whip, the warmth on my ass from the spanking are all making me feel as if I'm on the verge of sensory overload.

After a minute or so, he removes the handle and drops the whip on the floor. He unhooks the carabiner, unlocks the handcuffs, and takes off the blindfold. Then he tells me to stand by the bedpost. After picking up the whip, he takes it, along with the handcuffs and mask, back to the toy chest.

"Put your hands behind the post," he orders as he walks back towards me. He's carrying a coil of white filament rope and when he's at the bedpost, he gets on the bed behind me. He takes my hands and slowly ties them together; he extends my fingers and strokes my palms softly with the fibrous end of the rope. The sensation goes straight to my groin, and intensifies when he continues stroking me up my right arm. He brings the rope to my front and criss-crosses it at my breasts, wraps it around my waist, then brings it up to my neck. He wraps it around my neck and the bedpost but not so tight that it's choking me. He's done all this slowly and sensuously, stroking my skin everywhere with both his hands and the rope ends.

When he's done, he reaches around me and cups my breasts, massaging them and tweaking my nipples. His right hand goes down the front of my body; when it reaches my twat he inserts two of his fingers inside and slowly fingerfucks me. He places his thumb on my button and oh so lightly rubs it. I'm beside myself with desire; fuck! I need some release so badly. I start to tremble with an impending orgasm; he continues working on me but just when I'm about to hit the jackpot, he stops. I feel his breath hot on my neck; he nibbles my earlobe for a few seconds, then snaps his teeth and whispers, "oh, Severine. So close and yet so far." He switches hands so that his left hand works my pussy and his right hand massages my right tit. Again, just when release is imminent he stops.

He gets off the bed and stands in front of me, his eyes on fire. He inserts his hands between my butt and the bedpost, grabbing my cheeks. He bends down and sucks my left nipple, hard, biting it frequently, then switching to the right. I can feel his hard-on rubbing against my cleft. After a minute or two, he releases me, stands up straight and softly runs a finger down my jawline.

"What would you like right now, Severine?" he whispers.

"You, Sir," I answer.

"Really? Would you like me to fill your pussy with my nice big cock?"

"Yes, Sir." Fuck! This is so hot!

"Well, maybe I will and maybe I won't," he says with a smirk. "I'm not sure you deserve it, Severine. I think you deserve something else instead." He reaches behind me and grabs something. I look in his hand and see a riding crop.

"Spread your legs," he orders and I quickly comply. He stands back and starts tapping me lightly on my left leg at the ankle, a second or two between each tap. He works his way up my leg. When he reaches my crotch, whap! he strikes it, hard. I shake in response. He continues down my right leg, again with light taps until he gets to my ankle.

"Is this your lead foot, Severine?"

"Yes, Sir."

Whap! He strikes it, hard, in front of the ankle. It hurts but I can take it. Whap! He strikes my twat again, harder. He rubs it with the tip of the crop then brings the tip to my mouth. "Lick it," he orders me, and I do so. He goes back to light taps, this time around my midsection. Working his way up, he hits me hard on each breast. He throws the crop on the bed, then takes my face in his hands and kisses me, hard. We do the dance of the tongues again. When he's had enough he kneels on the bed and unties me.

"Stand by the cross," he orders me. I walk over there while he goes back to the toy chest. He comes back with a flogger and something else in his hand. "Turn around," he says and I face the wall. He shackles me to the cross, hands and feet. I'm starting to wonder when this will end; I've been spanked, whipped, and cropped. I've given him a blowjob and he's already told me I won't come. One thing I know is that I will certainly never speed for the duration of the contract and probably for the rest of my life.

When he's finished with the shackles he spreads my buttcheeks apart and inserts a butt plug. Geez, it's been a while since I've done anal and it feels strange, even though it's barely at the entrance. As I just get used to the sensation, he strikes my back with the flogger. It's not a hard strike and since I saw the flogger in his hand I was expecting it. He starts flogging rhythmically with what feels like a figure eight pattern. Every few strokes he stops and twists the butt plug in a little further. He continues this doing this until it feels like the butt plug is in all the way and my back feels like I'm starting to get a sunburn.

"Your skin turns such a beautiful color, Severine," he says as he throws the flogger on the floor. I shiver as he lightly touches my back. He slides his fingertips over the back of me, from shoulders to thighs. Slowly he twists out the butt plug, replacing it with the tip of his dick. OMG, I don't know if I can handle this. "Easy, Severine," he whispers, obviously sensing my discomfort. "I won't give you more than you can take." His left arm is braced against the wall and his right hand is guiding his cock. He slowly and gently starts thrusting, each time pushing a little further in. I need to relax but after everything he's done this evening I'm finding that very difficult. My brain feels like it's turning to mush. He thrusts harder and I'm trying to take it all in but it just hurts too much. "Yellow!" I cry, and he stops immediately.

He withdraws and places his dick between my buttcheeks, grabs them with both hands, and squeezes. He pumps vigorously and after several seconds I feel his climax as wetness spreads all over my rear end. Resting his head on top of mine, like the last time we fucked here, he almost absentmindedly starts stroking my breasts; even in my state of mental fogginess, it's arousing. After a minute or two, he stands back and starts unshackling me. "Go bend over on the whipping bench," he tells me when he's done.

Once again he goes to the toy chest and when he comes back he wipes my behind with what feels like a warm, wet washrag. He's very thorough, not just wiping on top but going between my cheeks and down my thighs. It's very soothing and I'm starting to feel almost sleepy. When he's finished he whispers in my ear, "Almost done, Severine. One more punishment, one more fuck, and then you can go to sleep."

One more! Shit, I don't know if I can last. He goes back to the toy chest but instead of coming back to the bench he detours to the wall and picks up another implement. When he comes back next to me, he tells me softly, "I need to make sure you keep yourself safe when you're not here, Severine." With that he stands by my legs and suddenly whack! I feel the sharp sting of a cane on the back of my thighs. Fuck, that hurt! He waits a few seconds for the aftersting, then whack! he strikes again, a little higher up on the thighs. I get three or four more strokes, I can't really count in my current mental state, and each one is harder than the previous one but he waits longer between them.

Finally he's finished; he puts away the cane and comes back with arnica cream. He applies it liberally all over the back of my body, from thighs to shoulders, rubbing it in firmly but gently. It's so soothing and I feel like I never want to move. His hands slide back down from my shoulders and stop at my ass; he gently spreads my legs and his fingers find the entrance to my pussy. I didn't think it was possible but he starts my juices flowing again and now all I want is his dick inside me.

"I washed my dick after fucking your ass so you're safe," he tells me. "You may not come, Severine." And I wonder if I can stop myself. And while I'm wondering, he slams into me like a battering ram. Fuck! it feels so good. I've been waiting for this all week. He pounds me like a jackhammer and before I know it, he's done. My fingers are clawing at the leather of the bench in frustration but I know there is nothing to be done about it.

He withdraws and walks away. When he comes back he wraps me in my robe and picks me up. He carries me to my room and lays me down on my bed. After drawing the sheet over me, he brushes my hair away from my face and kisses me softly on the temple. And my last thought is that I will never speed again. Or maybe I will.