Sitting on the grass with the naked and
hogtied Rob lying on his side next to her, Maria had two thoughts.
First, that Rob must be punished severely for his latest outburst of
misbehavior, and second that June really should be the one to decide on
the punishment, as much as Maria wanted to administer his punishment
right now, on the spot. Looking over to a nearby outbuilding where
June’s late husband had worked on boats, she remembered that there was
a hoist used to raise them off the ground for repairs. Leaving Rob
where he was – he wasn’t about to wander off in his present condition –
she headed into the building and found a very long rope, many yards
long. She looped one end through an iron ring up over the door through
which the boats were brought in and threaded it down into the building
onto the electric hoist several feet inside. She then walked the other
end of the rope back across the grass to where Rob was lying.
“Ok, Rob, are you ready to go for a ride?” Maria asked playfully, tying
the rope to Rob’s handcuffed wrists. Rob didn’t answer but his heart
was beginning to pound. Maria untied the rope that bound his wrists to
his ankles and then freed his ankles completely by removing the rope
that bound them loosely together. She walked back to the outbuilding,
over to the hoist, and threw the electric switch. The hoist began to
turn and to pull up the slack in the rope, inch by inch. Maria went
back out the door and watched the rope tighten all the way over to Rob.
In a few moments the slack was all gone and Rob’s cuffed hands received
a gentle yank from the rope followed by a steady pull as the hoist
turned relentlessly. In another moment, Rob was stretched out
lengthwise and was being dragged across the grass, one inch at a time,
toward the building as the motor hummed away. Maria was pleased that
her plan worked.
Within five minutes, Rob had been dragged all the way to the building
and his naked body was now covered with minor scrapes from his ride
over the sometimes-rocky grass. He was lying under the iron ring over
the door and his wrists were creeping upward. Maria went over to the
hoist and put her finger on the switch. When Rob reached the point
where he was standing on his feet with his hands over his head, she hit
the button. Looking over at him, she thought she had better raise him a
bit more, so she hit the button again until Rob was lifted off his
feet, dangling painfully off the ground by the steel cuffs digging into
his wrists. She walked over to Rob, who was squirming and kicking
futilely with his unbound legs and moaning. “You know, you’re only
making it hurt more by squirming around,” she told him. Rob slowly
realized she was correct and stopped his struggling. Maria went back to
the button and rocked it in the opposite direction for a moment,
letting Rob’s toes touch the ground, taking most of the pressure off
his cuffs.
Maria returned to Rob. “Rob, you’ve been bad, and part of me is ready
to give you a whipping right now. But I’m thinking I might wait until
June gets back so she can decide and maybe give you that whipping
herself if she wants.” Rob shifted uncomfortably on his tiptoes, not
wanting to be lectured to by her but also feeling his complete
vulnerability to her whim. She took her finger and traced a line down
his chest as Rob looked her over, a very attractive young woman who
looked great in plain t-shirts and jeans. She rubbed her hand over his
abdomen and down his thighs as she looked him over. Looking back at
her, he became aroused, and his penis began to spring into an erection.
She noticed this and moved in closer, reaching her hands around to his
back and lowering them down to his ass. She pulled him in still closer
to her, so that his now-erect cock pressed into her blue jeans and
t-shirt. “God, you really are a nice looking man. I could just whip you
and whip you without stop for pleasure. But that should wait for June
to get back.” She moved one hand around to Rob’s erection while she
squeezed his ass with her other, pressing her face gently into his
chest. She gave Rob a kiss on his nipples – she was too short to reach
his lips – as her hand dropped to his testicles. Kissing him, she
squeezed his balls, softly at first and then harder as his cock wobbled
helpless above her small but firm hand.
Maria went into the building and found where June stored her riding
equipment. June was fond of horses and had a range of saddles, crops,
and riding clothes. Maria returned with a riding crop in her hand.
Setting it down in front of Rob she went back in and looking around
further she found a whip, a braided leather one about six feet long
that ended in three short leather strips. She returned and stood in
front of Rob, coiling up the whip in her right hand and putting her
left hand on her hip. She stood there for several moments, looking Rob
up and down as the helpless Rob looked back at her and wondered what
she was thinking and what she was planning. It was clear to them both
she was thinking about giving Rob a whipping right then and there, even
though she had told him she would wait for June to return. Maria looked
very sexy in this pose, with hand on hip and coiled whip in her grasp,
and Rob’s erection grew involuntarily, despite his fear of what she was
about to do to him.
The conflict was written all over Maria’s face. It was not a conflict
of conscience over whether Rob should be whipped. She felt no conflict
about that at all, and she would enjoy his whipping whether June did it
or she got to do it herself. A man like Rob needed to be whipped, cried
out to be whipped. For a reason or just on a whim, it did not matter.
No, Maria’s conflict was only over who should administer the whipping:
June, or herself. As she deliberated, she looked Rob square in the eye
as she slapped the leather whip handle repeatedly into the palm of her
left hand. Rob could read Maria’s conflict – he could tell clearly how
much she wanted to start whipping him then and there. He was terrified
she would do it. Although Maria was small, she was in strong physical
condition, as he had seen clearly when she chased him down, tackled him
and hogtied him a few minutes ago. With a bullwhip in her hand and with
Rob stretched out nude and totally exposed before her, unable to escape
her lashes, she could cut him to ribbons in a matter of minutes.
Oddly, as his fear rose so did his sexual arousal. His erection,
already pronounced, became even stiffer, with his cock sticking
straight up like a pole. The more he trembled and squirmed at the sight
of Maria with the whip, the more his boner wobbled, and as his
trembling escalated, his chest began to heave, slowly at first and then
more quickly. In just a few more moments, Rob was sobbing. “Please, oh
please Maria, please don’t whip me!” he pleaded, with tears streaming
down his cheeks. “Please…” he beseeched her.
Some women, faced with a cry of desperation from a helpless man, will
soften and show him mercy. Some will be moved by his tears and his show
of vulnerability. Maria, however, reacted oppositely: she took his
behavior as a sign of weakness, and this fueled her desire to dominate
and to hurt Rob even more. She pounded the whip harder into her left
hand as she felt the sexual excitement growing between her legs as she
eyed his erection. It pleased her greatly that Rob was both aroused and
terrified by her at the same time. “Please, please…” Rob sobbed, his
arms cuffed high above his head and his toes just barely touching the
dirt beneath the iron ring.
“Maybe I’ll give him just one lash,” Maria said to herself, partly just
to see how it sounded and whether she could allow herself this minor
luxury. “June wouldn’t really mind. She might not notice at all, and
even if she did, she might think that Rob just fell or got clipped by a
branch while working outside.” The moment seemed to last forever as
Maria mulled this over and Rob squirmed, twisted, pleaded, and sobbed,
begging for mercy.
“I’m fucked,” Rob thought to himself as he saw a look pass over Maria’s
face, an unmistakable look of decision and determination. He knew that
instant that she had decided to whip him then and there, without
waiting for June to return. He noticed that she had stopped pounding
the whip handle into her left hand, another sign that she had reached a
decision. He stared, through tear-soaked eyes, into Maria’s eyes,
trying to read where she would place the first stroke, as if he could
turn and somehow soften the blow. Then their eyes met again, his in a
last-moment plea for compassion, hers in a blank look of lust, a
hungering for domination, for control, for satisfying her need to make
this weak man suffer for her with no chance to escape or fight back.
In a moment her whip hand was raised, the lash whistled through the
cool, dry afternoon air, and the braided leather tore into Rob’s naked
backside, with the leather strips at the end of the whip curling around
his back to the sides of his chest, creating diagonal stripes of red
running obliquely to the lines of his ribs that stood out in his flesh.
Rob watched her arm as it flew forward, and he watched Maria’s hair as
if in slow motion as it spun in the opposite direction of her torso, as
if to amplify the power of her swing. It took a moment for the lash to
register, but when it did, a loud snap sounded and a searing pain shot
through Rob, a pain every bit as bad as what he had been fearing. He
looked at Maria through his pain, for any sign of emotion – shock,
regret, uncertainty, even joy or sexual heat. Instead he saw only
shark-like focus, an unblinking, uncompassionate concentration of all
her mental faculties on the moment, on her complete and overwhelming
control over Rob. He had been whipped by her, soundly, and there was
absolutely nothing he could do about that, and nothing he could do to
prevent a next lash either.
Maria watched Rob recoil from the blow, and despite her outward lack of
response, inside she felt a rush of excitement from seeing the whip do
its work on Rob, from seeing his cries of agony, and from realizing
that she alone controlled what happened next. That first lash was good.
Maybe a second lash, just one, would be okay Maria thought, as a slight
smile passed over her lips and her eyes returned to Rob’s erection.
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