Her voice was so soft as she continued to count that he could hardly discern her words, but no matter, he wasn't interested anyway. All that mattered was that the pain he was inflicting was severe and satisfyingly raw, and from the look of agony on her beguiling features he had little doubt her pain was all he hoped for, and more. Again he struck and this time she could barely speak. He cut the switch across the tenderised peaks another five times, and his assumptions were borne out by the agonized cry which finally broke free from her throat and almost choked her as the pain took her breath away. Sobbing, she fought for air. She took her torment with such yielding submissiveness that he was tempted to keep lashing her nuggets until they bled, and probably would have if it were not for the sudden twinge which shot up his own wrist.

Taking a rest, he put the switch down and began to massage his thick wrist which was all at once very tender indeed. He paid no heed to the luscious slavegirl's snivelling. He only hoped he wasn't suffering from some affliction, brought on by the repeated action of whipping. After all, such activity must take its toll on one's tendons, and he had suffered from the discomfort several times of late. There was nothing like discomfort to spoil a man's enjoyment of the moment! He groaned to himself as Kelly lay quivering on his bed, tears streaking her face and snot around her nose. There was nothing for it, he would just have to change his target and take it a bit easier. He took up the switch again, adjusted his stance and turned his attention back to her belly.

Swoosh! Thwack!

Before long, the ladder pattern which had been there when he started, so meticulously imprinted only hours beforehand, was cut with fresh, diagonal strokes. There wasn't much more he could do to improve the decoration and besides, now that he was suffering himself, he was beginning to grow bored. Unfortunately, and it was an annoying circumstance with which he was becoming far too familiar, if he was to complete the tally he had mentally set then he would have to grit his teeth against the pain and work up some enthusiasm. He drew in his breath, smiled benignly and set to with a quick flurry of vicious lashes.

"Count, you fucking stupid whore!"

But Kelly couldn't count; she could barely speak.

Not that it mattered, Solomon reasoned, for her tears were flowing so delightfully that it compensated for her incompetence. He changed his stance and swooshed the switch harmlessly through the air a couple of times as he concentrated on his planned point of impact. Then he slashed the terrible, whippy switch into the tender undersides of her breast meat and was rewarded with a charming wobble that was accompanied by the most ear-splitting scream he had heard in weeks. So sweet to his ears was it that his chubby features were instantly transformed in a most benevolent fashion, boredom having been swept away as he realised he was ready to fuck her.

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER FIVE

 

 

Solomon let the wicked switch fall from his hand. He snatched the effigy from its resting place with a shower of sap and noted how the swift, brutal action registered nothing more than a sharp little cry.

"Open your legs, you lazy, pampered, white poodle," he told her, his eyes glistening as his gaze locked onto the wispy, blonde pubes which adorned her nether regions.

Racked with pain, nevertheless she dutifully obeyed and he climbed onto the bed, then slammed his weight down upon her, his broad, well-toned backside resting heavily on her burning and welted belly. Facing her, he leaned forward and seized her bound wrists which he raised above her head and tied to the head of the bed before checking that her braids were still firmly secured. Satisfied, he reached behind him and grabbed hold of her lovely, slender ankles. Pulling them towards him, his fingers digging into her flesh as his grip tightened, he raised her long legs until her feet pointed skyward.

"Wider!" He opened her legs until they were as wide as they would go and she squealed. "Keep your mouth shut and your legs open." He glanced upward at the specially placed rings above the bed and momentarily considered tying them to keep them in place, but he really couldn't be bothered. After all, he still hadn't had breakfast and was beginning to feel a bit lethargic; it took a lot out of a man to thrash a girl so severely on an empty stomach. That being the case, he threatened her with a string of dire consequences if she should close them, ending with, "I'll tie your ankles to two bull elephants and have them charge in different directions."

Raising his buttocks, he released his hold and manoeuvred himself backward into a more suitable position astride her as she kept her gloriously sexy legs wide open, struggling to keep them raised. Using his hand he guided his long, wide-girthed phallus towards her sweet spot. He didn't bother to check whether or not she was wet but took it for granted she would be, given that she was the most pain-hungry slut it had ever been his pleasure to oblige.

Kelly opened her sweet mouth and emitted a high-pitched squeal of pain as he rammed his throbbing weapon home, and her tear-loaded gaze met his. There was a millisecond of understanding between the two as slave and master affirmed their status.

"Keep the noise down!"

With brutal force he drove his generously proportioned prick in and out. He groaned as her muscles gripped him, vice-like, as if she never wanted to let him go. Yet it went without saying that her insides would still be sore from the considerable shafting he had given her before they had slept, besides which she'd had the effigy impaling her for hours. But such was the voracity of her pussy that her pain was momentarily swept aside on a tide of lust. Whenever he fucked her he was amazed anew how her much-used-and-abused cunt remained as tight and hospitable as it had been when she first arrived. And as his velvet-coated balls slapped brutally against her soft flesh, her obvious distress made him thrust even harder, for he knew that, despite her best efforts, there was nothing she could do to moderate the sounds which continued to emanate from her alabaster throat.

It wasn't only discomfort making her yelp and whine. As her inner muscles went into spasm and gripped his prick even tighter, he realised she was close to her peak. As his lunges became more powerful still, her squeals and whimpers kept on coming. It was a never-ending cycle, he thought with a smile, and knew she wouldn't be able to hold back her climax much longer.

Yet even then he was considering her punishment, for her sins had been great and were multiplying by the minute. Not only had she slept when she should have been servicing him but she had gabbled on and on when she knew it was forbidden for her to talk so freely. Then there was the matter of her failing to answer the question he had put to her, to say nothing of omitting to count. And to top it all, she had dared to look him in the face.

On the one hand, cold reason reminded him that even slaves needed sleep, especially when they had been used as thoroughly as she had been the night before. On the other hand, it was every slave's duty, more than that it was her reason for living, to be available for his use at all times. And in this Kelly had failed miserably by not remaining awake while he slept, in case he woke up and had need of her. It was an offence which could not...would not go unpunished.