"Yes, Sir," I say, kneeling gracefully in front of you, the boning in my leather corset making the words a little breathless. I rest my hands on my stocking-encased thighs, palms up and open to you, just as I've been taught. I bow my head, and wait...

I hear your voice and my breath catches in my throat. "What a pretty slut you are."

"Thank you, Sir," I whisper back, keeping my eyes down, my ass resting lightly on the backs of my high-heeled shoes.

I feel your hand caressing my cheek, then pulling me to my feet. I sway slightly, the stiletto heels making me unsteady. I follow you as you lead me to lean over the velvet-covered chair. I settle myself against it.

It's only a moment, then the first strike falls on my ass, making me jump, making me moan, making me wet.

And then I wait...