Sonja, the sadistic mistress picked the long, thin horsewhip from the table and moved to stand behind him. “Count them the way Jayne tried to teach you; if you make a mistake, ANY mistake, we start back at one,” with that she raised the whip over her head. Tony tensed up automatically, heard the swish of the movement of the whip through the air and then his ass exploded in pain. “Aaaaahhhhhh!!!!” was all that was able to escape his lips. After a pause of maybe 2-3 seconds, she raised the whip again, and again threw the whip across Tony’s buttocks, causing yet another scream and nothing more.
Sonja paused and turned slightly towards his sobbing face “We’re still at zero, since you haven’t counted anything.” “No, please, sorry, I couldn’t…” was his reply, all the playfulness gone out of his voice. The sadistic mistress hit him again and Tony screamed out “three!” “Wrong, start at one,” Sonja said in a stern voice and hit him again. “One!!” escaped his lips as an anguished scream. The sadistic mistress waited for a couple of seconds and said, “Good, but this is NOT how Jayne wants you to count when disciplined, we will stay at one until you say it correctly!” Before Tony had the time to process the words he was hit again. Trying desperately to remember what Jayne might have told him, he screamed “One – thank you!” “Better, ” said Sonja, “but let me help you so we save some time: aren’t you supposed to be asking for the remaining hits too?” “Yes, sorry, I remember now, ” is what Tony whimpered breathlessly. “Good – start at one again, and let’s get it out of the way.” Swinging sharply, she hit his ass again…”One, thank you,” screamed Tony, immediately following it with “May I please have 4 more?” “Perfect,” said Sonja, a tone of satisfaction evident in her voice. She hit him again. “Two, thank you! May I please have 3 more?” this time Tony was able to say it all without a pause despite the burning sensation which was spreading across his backside.
Another swish, another hit. “Three, thank you! May I have 2 more?” “WRONG!” barked Sonja. “Start at one again!” “I said it, I said it!” whimpered Tony unable to keep the tone of panic from edging into his voice. “No, you didn’t. You forgot the ‘please’. Start at one and we’ll do it until you’re PERFECT!” Sonja’s voice was dripping with venom now filling Tony up with real fear. She hit him again, lower, in the upper thighs.”One! thank you! May I PLEASE have 4 more?” Smack!” Two! Thank you! May I please have 3 more?” Smack! “Three! Thank you! May I please have 2 more?” Smack! “Four! Thank you! May I please have 1 more?”
Smack! “Five! Thank you!” Walking around the whimpering and sobbing Tony, Sonja replaced the whip on the table, picked up the dice and lifted them to his mouth again. He gently took them into his mouth and pleadingly turned his head to her. But she could not see his eyes, the fear they bore, the intensity of the futility Tony found himself in. He had no recourse but to comply as best he could muster. “Roll,” she ordered and he let them drop onto the table again… “Ohh, ” Sonja said, “5 and 6. It was not really 5 and 6 but Sonya knew he could not see them so it was the truth as far as Tony was concerned.
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