“Down!” James raised his voice once more.

“I’m trying, Sir, I am!” Carla whimpered as she put her torso back down into position.

James had her wonderfully naked, over his lap, and in the middle of a session.  She had a hard time holding still for a full-fledged paddling.  James was going to break her of bad habits.

“I know you are, Baby, but next time I paddle the back of your thighs.  Understood?” He checked.

She nodded.  “Yes, Sir.” She blew out a breath.

James tapped the leather sandal against her right cheek a few times, then struck!  She held firm.

“Good girl.” He cooed.  “That’s my good girl.”

“Thank you, Sir.” She said through gritted teeth.

It was almost criminal what he would do next, but necessary.  He tapped her left cheek a few times, then struck her on her right cheek in surprise!  Carla squirmed up again!

THWACK THWACK!!  He paddled her thighs, and she collapsed down once more.

She shot him back a baleful look.  If he’d been any other man in the world, she’d have unleashed a blue streak of invectives that would taken the chrome of a trailer hitch!  Instead, she closed her eyes and put her head down once more.

“That was a sagacious choice, Babygirl.” He told her.

She nodded slightly.  

James wasn’t going to point out she hadn’t used words.  Carla was trying very hard to be a good submissive for him, and it was hard for someone as headstrong, intelligent, and independent as her.  He would cut her a little slack, but never too much, or she’d lose respect for him and his discipline.

Her bottom was a glowing red from her spanking, then the rubber paddle that stung like hell but never left a mark.  Her lovely, rounded bottom was well-tenderized, so he knew the sandal was worse now than ever before.

He sighed.  Patting her bottom, he told her, “Go fetch me the restraints.” He smacked ass sharply.  

“Yes, Sir!” She bleated as she rose from his lap.  “Thank you, Sir.”

“You’re welcome.” He replied and watched her hurry down the hallway to their bedroom, where he kept their restraints for apparent reasons.  She returned with what he’d requested and something else: a long, dark leather strap.  It was almost two feet long with the handle included.  It was a stiff strap that was more of a paddle but still stung like a strap!

James took the things from her and patted his lap once more.  Nodding, she got back into position.

“The strap?” He asked.

Carla shrugged.  “I…I saw it and know you love using it, Sir.

“And…” He wasn’t going to let her off that easily.

She whimpered.  “And…you’re trying so hard to help train me, Sir, I wanted to give you something…I knew you’d love.” She trailed off in a bare whisper.

“And…?” He waited one more time.

Carla grimaced, and he could see her tasting the vile words she wanted to tell him, to yell at him, and, finally, she blew out a long breath.  “Please, strap my ass, Sir? I beg you?” She begged for it.

James knew she hated begging for her whippings, beatings, spankings, etc., but she was going to learn to need to pray for them.  It was already coming more easily to her.  “Because you wish it?”  He asked.

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice grew soft in the lovely way it did when she felt deeper into submission for him.  “I…I crave it, Sir.” She glanced back at him with heat in her eyes.

“Good girl, very good girl to be so honest.” He told her.

She sighed and melted a little more across his lap.  “Thank you, Sir,”  Carla replied with obvious pleasure.

James loved his Carla.  She was a good submissive for him already, and they’d barely begun her training.  She could already anticipate his needs and wants before he had to verbalize them.  This translated to the bedroom, too, where she was becoming more and more of a perfect lover.

“Wrists.” He told her.

She reached her wrists back to him and held them still as he strapped the fur-lined leather cuffs around each of them. He then attached the chain with its clasps.  

“Ankles.” He spoke.

Bending her legs up at the knees, she held them in place while he cuffed her ankles.  Now she might be able to roll, but not much else.  His hand on the chain between the wrist cuffs should keep her in place.

“The time has come.” He told her.

“Yes, Sir.  It has…” She giggled softly and arched her ass higher.

James reached over and began to fondle and caress her ass, her thighs, her lower back.  Carla cooed and wriggled under his touch.  Her skin was soft and silky.  It was a pleasure to stroke and pet her.  He could do it all day!

Speaking of which, he wanted to use his hand for a little while.

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!

A good, old-fashioned spanking always felt good, and though she bucked a little and made soft noises of pain and whimpers, he knew she loved it, too.  They were so good together.  He was a confirmed sadist, and she was his all-too-willing masochist.  They fed each other well.

James kept spanking her until her entire bottom was a nice dark red.  He tapped her inner thigh, and she parted them as she knew she should.  Checking, he found she was three times as wet as she’d been before the spanking.

He rubbed and teased with his fingertips as she danced on his lap with moans of pleasure.  “My little slut likes being spanked?”

“Mmmhmm…yes, Sir.” She drawled in a slight daze.

“You want more?” He asked.

“Ohhh, please? Yes, please?” She begged.

“Of course.” He chuckled and reached for the rubber paddle again.

Her eyes flew open at the first crack of it.  “Ohhh, Sir…” She said in a mournful tone.  “I hate this! I hate it! I hate it!”

“I know you do.” He told her but didn’t stop the thorough paddling or whipping he administer with the strap on her ass.  It was turning an angry red now.

Carla began to roll from side to side.

He flicked it onto the back of her thighs a couple of times, which caused her to howl, but she stopped rolling.

“Stay,  Still.” He growled at her.

“MMnnn, yes, Sir.” She whimpered through a few tears now.

James tested it with a long series of snapping smacks of the strap, but didn’t stop.  Carla held still, though she was tensed up a little.

“Good girl,  Good girl…take your whipping.” He told her.

She nodded and kept her place.

It was a momentous moment for her and them. She was learning and trying very hard to obey. She’d needed the help of the restraints this time, but he knew she’d get better with time.

Tossing the strap aside, he began to rub her heated bottom.  Carla relaxed a little and began to sigh after a few seconds.  “Please?  Please, don’t stop rubbing, Sir?”

“Mmmhmm.” He agreed in a murmur.  There was one other thing he wanted to do,: give her a break before he did it.

After a minute or so, he told her to stand, and helped her.

“Look at the bed.” He commanded.

Carla turned slightly, and her face froze in shock and a little horror. James had placed their new flogger there. Pillows were already arranged for her to lie down across the foot of the bed.

Leading her over to it, she didn’t pull or hesitate or complain.  She was docile as he put her over and onto the bed.  She was a heartbeat away from subspace.  He could tell.  “Down.” He commanded softly.

She obeyed and buried her face into the pillow at her head.  

Unfurling the flogger, he traced it along her back and her ass and her thighs.  She cooed and wriggled as he did.  James withdrew it, and without warning, he began to thrash her properly.

Flick, whip, flick, then whip.  He conecntrated on her tender ass and she gasped and goaned into the pillow but held still.  He delivered punishing blows of the leather tips from the backs of her knees to the top of her shoulders. It felt good, so perfect to let himself go a little and allow his dark demons to feed.

Carla hadn’t been bad and was not being punished.  She was flogged because he could do it, so he did.  She was starting to make sobbing noises now as he went back to snapping it across her ass cheeks over and over and over. There was such a rush, such a surge of power he felt over this woman and her soft flesh being placed at his mercy.  He was showing none.

“Color?” He asked as he paused a moment.  Checking himself before he went too far was always tempting.

“O…o..orange-red, Sir.” She told him through her whines and moanings.

“You know what I want to do.” He said as a statement, more than a question.

“Yessss….yesssss, Master.  I do.” She always called him master when she was at this stage of submission.  Carla had acknowledged herself as his slave a while ago.  They didn’t keep it 24/7, but it always lurked there 24/7.  He could call it out at will, or she could just tell him it was where she was by using the title.

“Is this your way of telling me what to do next, little slave?” His pet name for her in this form.

She nodded.  “Yes, Master.”

Carla’s message was that his will would be done.  She was his slave, his property, and he use her as he pleased.

“All right.” He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.  “Thank you, my love.”

She turned her head, and her eyes sparkled at him with her incredible love and devotion for him.  “You’re welcome, Master.”  She grinned and showed her dimples.  

He felt such a deep sense of contentment and overwhelming gratitude for her gift to him of herself…ALL of herself.  He’d never gone as far as he was about to go before, and she could still give him her love and encouragement from her face and eyes.

“Head back down.” He commanded.

“Yes, Master.” She whispered and turned her face back into the pillow.

With a sigh that was sexual, he reached back and began to whip her like a slave, now truly.  Over and over and over and over and over, he brought down the lashes of the flogger as he wished.  

Carla didn’t roll, didn’t buck, but arched up her ass a little more for him which drove him further.  Soon, she began to shake from the sobs as he whipped her.  From shoulders to the back of her knees, he traveled up and down but he concentrated the most on her ass.  It was beginning to turn a shade of violet now.

James could hear her wailing through the pillow.  His darker self reveled in the sounds.  “Take your whipping, Slave.” He growled.

Her head nodded repeatedly as he continued for a minute or so more. Finally, he was spent. The flogger hit the floor, and he went over to undo the restraints.  

Carla kept sobbing as he did so and didn’t move.  He knew it was because she didn’t have permission yet.  She truly was a good girl, a good slave for him.  Carefully, slowly, he lifted her to sit on the side of the bed, then took her in his arms.

She clung onto him and trembled like a leaf as she used him as an anchor to reality.  James stroked her hair and her back gently.  “Shhh…..shhhh.” He whispered and kissed her neck.  He could feel her racing heart against his chest.  Her arms clasped on tighter as if she could pull herself into his body and become one flesh.

Soft kisses on his neck were his first indication that she was coming back to normal—or sort of normal. Her body shivered in his arms.

“Thank you, Master.” She whispered into his ear.

“For?” He asked.

“My whipping, Sir.  For holding me, for owning me, I’ve never felt so yours before this.  It’s…it’s so good.” She sighed and trailed her tongue up his neck to nibble his earlobe.  “I am your slave, Master.”

The joy and pride in her voice made it so hard it was painful.  

James softly growled in her ear.  “You were so good for me.  Remember what good girls get?”

She squeezed him and giggled.  “Well-fucked, Sir?”

“Mmmhmm…go pile the pillows on top of each other and…bend over for your fucking, Cunt.” He told her.

She shivered once more and hurried to obey.

He enjoyed watching her move so quickly now with a twinkle in her eyes.  While she got ready, he reached down to pick up the flogger with its glass handle.  It had a lovely round knob on the end.  Carla had picked it out especially for this feature, and he knew what she wanted him to do with it.

“Fetch the lube.” He quietly commanded.

She turned to see what was in his hand, and her eyes widened. Without a word or question, she obeyed—she just obeyed. He sighed. He loved his sub/slave.

“Here, Sir?” She put the squeeze bottle by the pillows.

“Good girl.” He nodded.

Carla had been trained to show initiative, give suggestions, and express desires. James knew there were some Doms who highly discouraged such things, but they were missing out on so much of what their submissives could do for them! A woman who was allowed to add her own spice to things made a dynamic so much more powerful. She gave of herself so deeply when she knew she was appreciated, validated, and, yes, loved.

She put the bottle down and made a sensual show of bending over for him.  At the last moment, she took a scrunchy off her wrist to put her hair into a ponytail.  All for his pleasure…and hers.  Not surprisingly, she loved it rough.

Finally, he could unzip and free his erect cock.  It sprang forth, and it was good to let it fill completely.  The sight of her waiting, whipped ass helped to that affect.  He took the bottle and poured the drop or two needed then swirled it around the knob and down the sides of the shaft.  

Pressing it to her anus, he felt her stiffen then moan deeply.

“Beg for it.” He commanded.

“Ohhh, Master…noooo…” She begged not to have to beg.  

SMACK!!

He spanked her tenderized ass.  

“Please, Master, oh, please, fuck my ass with the handle!” She squealed.

James began to rim it around, and she squirmed.  “You want it, don’t you, Slut?”

“Yes, Sir.” She whimpered.  “Please?”  

He began to press it in, then let it go, then further, then let it go.

Carla made sounds no self-respecting woman would ever make, but she didn’t care.  She was comfortable in her skin and knew she was a sexual creature made to be fucked and sing for her owner.  She liked it!  She knew he loved it and made no effort to keep quiet.

Slowly, her fucked her ass with the handle until she nearly came but not quite as it slid into place.  It slid in until the black leather lashes became her tail.  It was pretty sexy…and the effect he’d wanted.

“What a beautiful tail you have, my dear.” He murmured.

She wriggled and moaned over and over as he played with the lashes.

Pressing the head of his cock to her dripping pussy, he took her deep to his balls.

She gasped and arched up a little.

He grabbed her ponytail and reached over to the strap.

THWACCK!!

“Let’s ride.” He told her.

It was no gentle sex or fucking.  He rode his bitch and she arched up and into it for him.  It felt so good.  Her pussy clenched over and over and his pelvis tapped the flogger in her ass for a good double penetration.

“SO FULL!” She kept calling out, and her voice became husky with passion and arousal.

“Mmmhmm…Good slaves get well-fucked.  Good incentive?” He teased with a tug on her hair.

“OH GOD, YES.  I’LL BE SUCH A GOOD GIRL FOR YOU!!” She wailed as she was impaled on his cock and the glass handle.

“Really?” He asked.  “How good?”

“SO GOOD…SO FUCKING GOOD, I PROMISE, I SWEAR IT!” She vowed over and over.

James felt that reinforcing her desire to please at times like this worked very well in widening and deepening her bond to him and ensuring that she truly would think of him first in all things. She already did, but it was good to strengthen it.

He teased and cajoled her as she vowed in ever more strident words and tone her obedience, goodness for him, and love of him.  That part started to come out as it got closer to the climax.

She began to beg to cum.  Carla was already close to tears as she begged again after he said no.  She put her heart and soul into this one as it became a keening, whining, plea.  

He paused.  “No.” He said simply.

She wailed in frustration, then in pain, as he used the stra once more on each side.  The only word she could say now was “Please?” over and over and over.

James knew she was unable to voice more.  She was literally incapable of more speech.  He’d taken her as far as she could go.

“You may.” He whispered.

She found renewed strength and rode to the finish where she begged him with her body to fuck deeper AND pull her hair harder.  He did so, and she came loudly.  Some brag they can fuck a woman to call out their name.  James thought that meant they hadn’t fucked them hard enough.  Carla was always taken past the point of words.  It’s what she needed.  It’s what they both needed.

It was done, and she made a noise like a balloon letting the air out of it in one long sigh, then draped over the pillows.  She didn’t move.  He’d seen this before.  She was out for a few seconds.  The body and brain had been overloaded.  This was a reset moment.

He backed away and began to extricate the handle from her ass.  She didn’t even move then.  Looking down, he admired his handiwork.  A well-whipped, well-fucked, well-abused woman lay across the bed after his use of her.

James hadn’t come by sheer act of will because he would wait for her worship.  She’s be very grateful for it since she did prefer to drink his cum more than just have it shot into her.  The girlish glee on her face as she played with him was delightful.  When she’d been good, he let her have full permission to play and experiment, but not to edge.  She didn’t want to edge.  She wanted to drink!

That would be later.

He put aside the tools they’d used.  Carla would wash them later.  It was her place to do so, not his.  James knew she’d be incredibly submissive and eager to please tonight after such intensity.

Pulling her gently, he walked her into their shower and started it up.  He lathered her, shampooed her hair, and she held whatever position he put her into while he did so.  She was awake and mostly aware, but she was very, very docile.  When he’d rinsed her off the second time, she stirred.

“Please, Master?” She begged and reached for the soap.

He gave it to her and let her wash his body.  Her reverence was sweet, and the way her eyes kept finding his was very warm and inviting.  She toweled them both and she quietly asked if she should wear anything special to bed?

James shook his head and led her to the bed where he began with soft, slow kisses and feather caresses.  Carla’s eyes widened then deepend as she knew what he was doing:  her master was making love to her and not just fucking her.  Her lips and teeth became more insistent then as he slowly raised her arousal to a fevered pitch.

Of course, she still had to beg for her climax but she’d be disappointed if it weren’t so and as she did he made her vow all over again about being his good girl.  Carla surprised him.

“I’ll be whatever you wish me to be, Master.  I will!” She cried out 

“I’ll hold you to that.” He warned her.

“I know so please, please?” Her voice cracked.  “Pleeeeeassse?”

He let her come and she once again ended up somewhat limp in his arms as she was overloaded.  He held her and marveled at how deep and true she’d been in her oath to be whatever he wished from now on.  Making love had opened her in ways that just fucking never would have.  It was something to remember.