"Don't move, don't cry out," Victor said. Diana shivered in anticipation as his warm hand stroked over her bare bottom. "Yes, this is how I shall punish you."
"Spank me, master. I've been bad." Then Diana bit off her pleas when she saw him pick up a toilet brush with a long plastic handle. "Wait, no, oh. Oh!"
She staggered as he began a slow, methodical whipping. Every time the handle of the brush landed on her milky skin, a shot of pain rocketed into her. Perversely, the pain from the brush bending a little as he struck her repeatedly, made her pussy drool. The whipping turned her on in a big way.
"Oh, master, I want more."
"And you shall get more," he said. But he varied the blows now with a hot hand stroking over her ass cheeks. Whack! Soft caress. Whack, whack, whack! Kiss. He administered his own form of discipline on her until Diana was at the point of orgasm. When he dropped behind her and began kissing the backs of her knees, Diana began struggling. She wanted to be free to return the kisses, the caresses, the velvet touches.
She couldn't. He had bound her too well.
"Please, master, I want to please you!"
Victor laughed and then began working up the backs of her legs with his feathery touches and wet kisses. Across her well-spanked butt and up. She felt his hands slip over her back, then around and up toward her breasts. She began to totter from all the emotions building inside her. She knew what a dam felt like with flood waters pouring down. Like that dam, she was nearing her breaking point.
And just as she was going to come, Victor stopped. His touch vanished. His kisses were no longer lavished on her naked flesh. She felt abandoned and hated the feeling.