Count for me. One. Louder. Two. I said louder. Good boy. We are going to keep going until I am satisfied, and I am very hard to satisfy.
I love whipping because it is so honest. There is no faking your reaction to a good, sharp sting. I can hear exactly how it affects you in every sound you make, and I use that information ruthlessly. Too quiet means you can take more. A gasp means we found your sweet spot. A moan means I am going to stay right there for a while.
I will start slow. I always start slow. A few light taps to warm you up, to get your skin tingling and your mind racing. I will describe the crop in my hand, the way I am testing its weight, the way I am looking at you and deciding exactly where the next one lands. Anticipation is half the pleasure, and I am a master of anticipation.
Then I build. Harder, faster, more deliberate. I will make you count every single stroke, and if you lose count, we start over from one. I am strict about the rules. The rules are what make it delicious. You will be so focused on counting, on pleasing me, on earning the next one, that the rest of the world just falls away.
What you need to understand is that I am not doing this to hurt you. I am doing this because I can see how much you need it. The sting, the surrender, the relief of finally giving up control to someone who knows exactly what she is doing. I see it in you. Do not bother denying it.
I will also make you thank me for every stroke. Not a mumbled thanks, either. I want it clear, I want it sincere, and I want it loud enough that I know you mean it. Gratitude is important to me. A boy who cannot say thank you properly is a boy who has not been trained properly, and training boys is one of my favorite things.
When we are done, I will be sweet to you. I will praise you for taking it so well. I will tell you how good you looked, how proud I am. But during? During, I am your strictest teacher, and you will count for me like your pleasure depends on it. Because it does. Call the dispatcher and ask for Ares. Bring your ability to count. I will handle the rest.
- Ares