“I’m going to beat you and then take my pleasure in your ass. It’s not a punishment for your rebelliousness and lack of respect. You have had that, and been forgiven. I am now going to beat you simply because I can. Solely because it pleases me. And it will please you too, just because it pleases me, will it not?”
“Yes, Master,” she whispered.
Master stood over her as she lay on the sofa. He brought the strap down across her bottom, square across the centre. It stung a little, but not too badly. Emma thought about being a slut. Would she really have f****d the room full of young men? Yes, she thought, with pleasure, if Master had been there and ordered it, even though she would have been consumed with shame.
Master hit her again, still not hard. After half a dozen strokes he paused and
