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Claire thought his warning about her tongue sounded exactly like Jean's and idly wondered how long he'd worked for the man but she didn't trust herself to ask. She was inclined to remain silent rather than get slapped again. It completely left her mind when she felt the swagger stick touch her shoulder, she swallowed as he dragged it down her back and then came around to her front like a circling shark. She exhaled shakily when he taunted her breasts with it but she held her position.

“I see the Master has already begun your training Miss Sutton. I assure that you will learn much, much, more under my tutelage.”

If she wasn't so nervous, perhaps a witty retort might have escaped her...and perhaps she was grateful for those nerves. He kept travelling down her body, she watched the stick until it tapped at her knees.

“Spread them wider Miss Sutton I want to see your cunt blossom and your clit visible.”

Good lord, the blush that spread across her face could have lit a fire. He doggedly tapped up and down her thigh as she inched her legs apart wider and wider until she felt she was rather lewdly spread open. And then his fingers curled beneath her chin insistently and she relented reluctantly, lifting her eyes to meet his.

“Miss Sutton you will look at me until I tell you otherwise.”

She couldn't help it, she whimpered as he took the stick lower and she forced herself to keep her eyes on his face rather than the stick. She shook her head just slightly, her eyes pleading with him because, if she opened her mouth, she thought she'd either come apart at the seams and then run for her life or she'd cuss him out. There didn't feel like any middle ground.

She inhaled sharply as it taunted her clit, it wasn't enough to work her towards an orgasm and it wouldn't be but it was enough to tease her and make her want one. It sent soft little electrical pulses crawling through her skin each time he brushed her clit. Her breathing became a little ragged as she fought for control of her own voice box. Still, a little whine or a soft moan escaped her now and then. It was humiliating and that also didn't help her, in fact, that made it all the worse for Claire because her pussy was gushing like a traitor inside. Her fingers squeezed each other harder and harder behind her neck and she bit her lip.

As hard as all that was, it was harder to look him in the eye as he did it. It was hard to let him see how flushed she was, let him see every emotion as it crossed her face. She trembled a little and fidgeted somewhat to maintain her position in the space.

Claire finally built the courage to ask the question but couldn't keep the emotion from her breathy voice, "What is this supposed to teach me, exactly?"
 
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“Spread them wider Miss Sutton I want to see your cunt blossom and your clit visible.”



Adam loved the scarlet blush that kissed Claire Sutton’s cheeks. And then his fingers curled beneath her chin insistently, and she relented reluctantly, lifting her eyes to meet his. Like jean Batard Adam required that the young redhead obey. There was a sweet innocence in the stunning redhead’s eyes and he knew that those soft expressive young eyes were the widows to her young soul, would reveal more than any words would, and in the end betray Claire.



“Miss Sutton you will look at me until I tell you otherwise.”



How sweetly this ravishing young beauty whimpered as he took the stick lower and she forced herself to keep her eyes on his face rather than the stick. She shook her head just slightly, her eyes pleading with him. Yet those silent please were met by a cold silence. Oh, Claire was whimpering now, yet Adam could not wait till the gorgeous young redhead was begging for him to let her cum. Oh, she would plead and beg him for what her supple young body wanted, like a little slut.



Adam made sure as he taunted her clit, that it wasn't enough to work her towards an orgasm and it wouldn't be, but it was enough to tease her and make her want more and the release that an orgasm would bring her. He smiled as his sexual teasing sent soft little electrical pulse crawling through Claire Sutton’s skin each time he brushed her clit. Her breathing was becoming ragged as she fought for control of her voice. Still, the little whine or a soft moan that bubbled from her moist ripe lips every now and then pleased him.



Adam love the flash of emotions he saw in the young beauty’s soft eyes, the humiliation, the way her traitorous young body betrayed her, her pussy was gushing as if it was begging to be fucked. As hard as all that was, it was harder to look him in the eye as he teased and tormented her clit. It was hard to let him see how flushed she was, let him see every emotion as it crossed her face. She trembled a little and fidgeted somewhat to maintain her position in the space.



"What is this supposed to teach me, exactly?" Claire couldn't keep the emotion from her breathy voice.”



“To beg for what you need Miss Sutton! If you beg sweetly enough then I may grant you the orgasm you so want. Don’t bother to deny your arousal I can smell it……… If your begging and pleading is lack luster then I simply continue to tease and torment you till it is.”



He held Claire Sutton’s chin in a grip of steel forcing her to look into his soulless gray eyes. Those cold eyes told her that she would have no rest till she earnestly beg him to fuck her. He would leave Claire Sutton without a shred of self-respect or pride.
 
“To beg for what you need Miss Sutton! If you beg sweetly enough then I may grant you the orgasm you so want. Don’t bother to deny your arousal I can smell it……… If your begging and pleading is lack lustre then I simply continue to tease and torment you till it is.”

A soft cry issued from her lips as he gripped her chin tightly. It was her first day with Jean all over again, well, minus a razor and being stripped anyway. She still remembered that day and how Jean teased her relentlessly for hours until she begged, her pride kept her from debasing herself sooner. Claire considered her options quickly and it was awfully tempting just to give in and beg for that orgasm then and there. It was humiliating that he knew she was aroused, that she was so aroused he could smell it. And that mere fact made it worse - like a horrific vicious circle.

Claire didn't even make the decision consciously, she just became so overwhelmed that instinct took over. She pulled backwards from Adam's grip and twisted, she got up on her feet and made it to the door. Claire wasn't really sure where she was going when she threw it open, there wasn't really any conscious thought to the entire process so it wasn't surprising that she sort of stopped when she got outside the room. She could hear Jean talking to someone further in the house and she was so distracted by that fact that she almost forgot Adam for a minute.

There was nowhere to go though and that fact hit her like a stone wall, "Great plan, Claire. You're a genius. You should just run to another locked door or out into the cold on the island, real fucking clever."

It felt like an eternity of standing there trying to decide what to do but really this all occurred in mere seconds and she knew Adam would be behind her. But it was enough to let most of the panic pass, her breathing calmed and her head cleared somewhat. Her feet ached a little and reminded her they weren't ready for this level of shocking activity either. She'd felt like a caged animal needing to escape and succumbed to that urge. Claire had done the same to Jean the first chance she'd gotten, only this time she actually knew there was nowhere to go.

She made a really tough decision very quickly to put herself right back where she started and knelt down in surrender just outside Jean's bedroom. She laced her fingers behind her neck again and took a very deep breath that made her eyes flutter closed for a moment. Claire didn't actually know if she was trying to avoid a punishment or giving in to the inevitable. Adam hadn't hurt her or given her a reason to fear retribution yet but knowing Jean was in the house somewhere was enough for her to not want him to know she'd pulled another little escape attempt...even if it was just leaving the bedroom.
 
“To beg for what you need Miss Sutton! If you beg sweetly enough then I may grant you the orgasm you so want. Don’t bother to deny your arousal I can smell it……… If your begging and pleading is lack luster then I simply continue to tease and torment you till it is.”



A soft cry issued from her lips as he gripped her chin tightly.




Clair Sutton rosed then bolted from the bedroom Adam passively watched the young redhead run. He slowly followed as he knew there was no place for the ravishing redhead to run to. They were on a private island. Jean’s butler followed the young beauty. Finally, Claire came to a stop, as if she realized there was no escape for her. Defeated the gorgeous young redhead sank to her knees, then laced her fingers behind her neck again and took a very deep breath that made her eyes flutter closed for a moment, as she once more assumed the position of display.



“That was very foolish of you Miss Sutton!”



Adam’s voice was deep with just a hint of disappointment in it as if Claire was a wayward school girl.



“I fear I must take some corrective action so your shameful and selfish behavior does not occur again………..Follow me Miss!”



Adam did not look back to see if Claire Sutton was following him, after all as she knew there was no place to run to in any event and further resistance would only worsen her punishment . He led her down a dimly lit corridor to a heavy iron studded door. He opened the door and simply said, “Enter Miss Sutton.



Before her lay a very well equipped BDSM dungeon. The implements of torment lay before the stubborn young redhead, a rack, manacles, a selection of whips, floggers, and a cats-of-nine-tails. Not to mention a “X” of St. Anrew and pillory.



“Choose an implement for your correction Miss Sutton, or assume the position of display for a lashing.”
 
“That was very foolish of you Miss Sutton!”

'Thank you Captain Obvious, I already worked that out. That's why I'm still here.'
She thought to herself as she exhaled shakily but didn't lift her eyes or otherwise move.

“I fear I must take some corrective action so your shameful and selfish behavior does not occur again………..Follow me Miss!”

That part made something sink like a heavy stone to the pit of her stomach. She knew it was likely she'd face retribution for this no matter what she did but it was still such a gut punch to hear it. She stood up and reluctantly followed Adam off into the house, they turned down a hallway at some point that she'd not realised even existed. The door to the room he led her to looked very medieval in contrast to the very modern house but she had a feeling she wouldn't like whatever lurked behind door number one.

It took all her courage to willingly step over the threshold and enter the room and once she was inside, she wished she weren't.

'Two?! There's two of these little torture chambers?! Oh what the fuck! What the fuck!' Her inner voice was absolutely screaming at her because this room looked similar to the one Jean took her to before but also distinctly different, she didn't mistake one for the other.

“Choose an implement for your correction Miss Sutton, or assume the position of display for a lashing.”

That was interesting. She looked straight at Adam who hadn't threatened to choose an alternative and leave her guessing, he told her what the alternative would be. She glanced around the room briefly, she was too scared to pick anything she didn't recognise and after the caning of her feet, she was too scared to choose the things she did recognise. It was a paralysing feeling.

"What happens if I choose nothing? And I do nothing?" A small part of Claire told her that this was a foolish question and another part told her - fuck it, she had nothing to lose.
 
“That was very foolish of you Miss Sutton! I fear I must take some corrective action so your shameful and selfish behavior does not occur again………..Follow me Miss!”



Claire Sutton exhaled shakily but didn't lift her eyes or otherwise move. Adam had turned on his heel and led the way from the modern luxury of jean Batard’s home and into the domain of the servants. The passage ways were lit only enough to aid Batard’s servants in the performance of their duties. Claire’s journey ended in a BDSM dungeon. The chamber looked similar to the one Jean took her to before, but also distinctly different, she didn't mistake one for the other.



“Choose an implement for your correction Miss Sutton, or assume the position of display for a lashing.”



Adam watched as Claire’s eyes darted about the room. Adam hadn't threatened to choose an alternative and left her guessing, yet he told her what the alternative would be. She apparently was too scared to pick anything she didn't recognize and after the caning of her feet.



"What happens if I choose nothing? And I do nothing?"



“ Your little theatricals are quite taxing Miss Sutton. To Answer your question If you are such a child as to be unable to do as I have indicated then I shall have to make the choice for you…………. I believe last time it resulted in the Master caning the soles of your feet………..You have till the count a 3 to make your choice Miss Sutton.”



Adam’s voice was much like the Head Master of a school dealing with a willful student.



“One……”



His voice was not agitated but firm.



“Two……”



The next number would be three and Claire Sutton’s ability to choose her chastisement would be gone. For his part Adam loved applying this dark pressure to the gorgeous young redhead.
 
“Your little theatricals are quite taxing Miss Sutton. To Answer your question If you are such a child as to be unable to do as I have indicated then I shall have to make the choice for you…………. I believe last time it resulted in the Master caning the soles of your feet………..You have till the count a 3 to make your choice Miss Sutton.”

"I chose the cane!" She blurted out, "And it didn't make a difference what I picked!"

"One..."


He cut in on her and she continued, "So it doesn't now, right?"

"Two..."

"God fucking damn it!" She said, exasperated.

"Not wanting to and not being able to are two different things!" She tried hard to keep the whine from her tone.

Truthfully, she was almost paralysed in this decision though. She was afraid to choose for herself and had no idea what she'd be lashed with if she didn't choose something. The caning had been a pivotal moment because she'd expected one thing and been delivered another. She was entirely unprepared and unwilling to do it again.

"You choose." She said quietly.

The stress and anxiety wasn't worth it to Claire, she could reserve her energies for other things, "I don't want the choice."

She didn't want to imagine how it'd be used only to find herself completely wrong again. But this wasn't easy, it was just slightly easier to refuse to participate in the decision. She'd never liked making decisions before she came here anyway and that was just mundane stuff like what to eat for dinner on a Monday night. It was nothing as pressured as this.
 
"I chose the cane!" Claire blurted out, "And it didn't make a difference what I picked!"



"One..." Adam cut in on her as she continued, "So it doesn't now, right?"



"Two..."



Batard’s butler continued the count. "God fucking damn it!" She said, exasperated.



"Not wanting to and not being able to are two different things!" She tried hard to keep the whine from her tone. Yet she failed utterly.



"You choose." Claire said quietly. Leaving her fate in the ebony giant’s hands.



Adam sighed in exasperation.



“Very well Miss Sutton the pillory!”



Adam pointed to the wooden disk in the center of the chamber. His voice had taken on a decidedly dark note of unyielding command.



“Assume the position of display young lady, but put your hands in the small of your back.”



When Clair Sutton was kneeling as he had directed her Adam hand cuffed the young redhead, then placed a thick leather collar around Claire’s slender neck. Attached to the collar was a chain that he drew her back, her back bowed back as he attached the chain to a ring in the floor of the pillory. The position and the way the stunning young redhead was bound, her breasts were thrust up and out leaving Claire to Adam’s mercy.



“Spread your knees wide Miss Sutton you know what I require young lady……….or have you forgotten so soon?”



Adam then selected a cat-of-nine tails.



“I shall give you twenty lashes with the cat………Yor creamy skin will mark quite nicely Miss Sutton.”



Adam was the master with the cat. He shook the cat out by his side the leathery tongues seemed to slither to life.



“One!”



With a flick of his wrist the leathery tongues curled around Claire Sutton’s supple young body to lick at her breasts and nipples.



“Two!”



The tongues of the cat now licked at the young redhead’s inner thighs and pussy. By the time that the count had risen to ten Claire’s gorgeous young body was crisscrossed with a fine lattice work of crimson stripes from her breasts and nipples, to her pussy and inner thighs.



“Now you will thank me for each lash Miss Sutton and say, ‘thank you Sir may I have another.’ I warn you if you make a mistake I shall start the count at one until you get it right.”
 
Claire sighed and moved into the position Adam desired, placing her hands behind her back. She supposed she deserved the bondage after she ran the first time, she didn't exactly trust herself either. The cuffs felt comfortable but the collar was a little restrictive which became an irony after Adam connected a chain to it that literally forced her to arch her back and thrust her chest upwards. Her heart started to beat just a little faster, a soft sliver of sound escaped her to announce how anxious she was.

“Spread your knees wide Miss Sutton you know what I require young lady……….or have you forgotten so soon?”

"No." She said softly as she parted her thighs further.

This was even more exposed than she'd been before, 'I should have stayed put, should have just begged, had to panic like a lunatic...fuck.'

“I shall give you twenty lashes with the cat………Your creamy skin will mark quite nicely Miss Sutton.”


She was both glad and terrified - glad because he told her, she couldn't exactly see the implement for herself though she had a lovely view of the underside of the pillory and terrified because she had no idea what it would feel like. She heard him shake it out and willed herself to focus on her breathing even as it started to quicken.

"One!"

The tails made a sound against her breasts and her piercings jingled in response as Claire's mouth cracked open to issue a soft cry of surprise mingled with pain. Her nipples hurt like fire!

"Two!"

The sound struck and Claire jumped, almost strangling herself before she willed herself to settle. The urge to snap her thighs shut was strong, she had to consciously keep them open - fighting the very human reflex to close them. Her pussy stung and she whimpered in pain, her lips pressed tightly together. Adam continued and tears welled in her eyes after several more strikes, she was twisting her wrists in her bondage. But at the same time, she could feel her traitorous cunt gushing inside. She felt like there was so many things wrong with her lately - like the fact she wanted nothing more than to be fucked while she was being whipped by a man she'd just met.

“Now you will thank me for each lash Miss Sutton and say, ‘thank you Sir may I have another.’ I warn you if you make a mistake I shall start the count at one until you get it right.”

She swallowed and then cried out as he struck her again, she writhed in her bonds for a moment and gasped breathlessly, "Thank you Sir, may I have another?"

She wasn't sure if she wanted another, begging to be punished felt so oppositional but she obeyed because he threatened to start it over again if she didn't.

And again, "Thank you Sir, may I have another?"

Until she had to scream it just to force it out because her skin was on fire, "Thank you Sir! May I have...another?!"

She was panting hard to manage the pain, her front looked like she had a stripy yet serious sunburn because her skin was otherwise so very pale. She choked herself more than once and her thighs quivered, she had to reopen her legs once or twice because she reflexively closed them but she managed to do it quite quickly in her opinion. Claire wasn't sure how many times he'd hit her, she knew it was supposed to be 20 times but it felt like a hundred.
 
Adam had been right Claire Sutton’s pale peaches and cream skin marked beautifully. Batard had been correct as well when he told Adam that Claire was a sweet little masochist. He was surprised at how obedient she was, as she followed each of his instructions. He had bound her to the pillory in a sensual pose but this winsome beauty spread her knees for him, bearing her pussy and clit, and she held that position, through her will alone, with only one or two times when she momentarily brought her knees together. But then immediately spread them again, despite the pain, without being told to.



Adam was pleased by each little moan, sigh, and gasp that escaped Claire’s moist ripe lips. How she now sweetly thank him for each lash, saying, ‘thank you Sir may I have another.’ He wondered if Claire Sutton would continue to ask for another, even after twenty lashes had been reached.



Adam took particular pleasure in whipping Claire’s pierced nipples, how her firm young breasts jiggled with each lash, and how her juicy traitorous little cunt gushed each time the cat’s tongues found her pierced clit. He had lashed her twenty two times. Would Miss Claire Sutton continue to ask for another and thank him for each lash of the cat-of-nine tails he gave her?



How long would he lash her before Claire broke and begged ‘No….more…….please.’ or beg him to fuck her. Claire’s abject surrender would be a sweet reward, would she falter? Time would tell.
 
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Claire cried out when the cat struck her pussy the loudest of all, that hurt the most. More than her breasts. More than her thighs. More than her stomach. She continued to repeat the request over and over for Adam to hit her. She feared he'd start over if she stopped but she had no idea how many times he'd struck her. As the count actually approached 28, Claire thought it had been too many, that surely the end had to come.

It didn't.

By the time Adam had struck her 32 times, Claire faltered in her request and began to beg, "Please stop!"

Her eyes had started to leak, her skin was on fire and her inner thighs glistened like traitorous little liars that she wasn't aware of. The pain overpowered the arousal for her, she couldn't think about much else.

"I'll be good!" She promised, even if she wasn't sure she could keep it.

She wasn't prepared to offer herself but she'd obey to stop the fire burning all over her. Her back had started to ache in the stress position but if she had time to think about it, she knew she found a comfort in the way it held her tightly. An assurance that it wouldn't let her go, it made a decision for her just as Adam did when he placed her there. It was about not thinking, not having to, a belonging. It was familiar, constant and dependable. Not getting to choose and perhaps that was why Claire really did believe she was submissive at heart.

In a way, being restrained calmed her. It almost didn't feel like punishment, it felt like permission. Permission to stop fighting, stop second guessing, stop being anything but a body. The chain that held her to the floor also held her together. The pain brought a similar silence to her mind, it erased all the other thoughts and allowed her to only focus on that one thing. It told her she was alive, that she could endure and it was pure and honest. It wasn't confusing at all. It brought her the strangest sense of peace she'd ever known.

Then there was the fear. The fear of the unknown and the known. The trepidation and anticipation that made her focus sharply, that energy amplified the intensity for her. Every pause was electric, everything felt like a threat and it thrilled her to her core. She didn't consciously understand that, how could being scared or frightened in that scenario feel so exhilarating and arousing at the same time? It felt like his mere presence threatened to unravel her and that made her heartbeat quicken and her thighs tense.

The fear and the pleasure wove together until even she wasn't sure which she was trembling for.
 
Claire cried out when the cat struck her pussy. Her sweet cries were music to Adam’s ears and warmed his black sadistic heart.

Clair Sutton continued to repeat the request over and over for Adam to hit her, as if it was a mantra, that some how grounded her. She seemed to be begging, this gorgeous young masochist, to continue. The count actually approached 28 and yet Claire seemed unable to stop asking Adam, to stop lashing her with the cat.



By the time Adam had struck her 32 times, Claire faltered in her request and began to beg, "Please stop!.........I'll be good!"



It seemed that the way Claire was bound, bent backwards, displayed, hands cuffed, and all decisions taken from her seemed to free her. Clair Sutton embraced the fear, and the pleasure, as they wove together. Adam could till even she wasn't sure which she was trembling for.



“Shall I fuck you know Miss Sutton…………. Or shall I lash you more with the cat?”



Adam reached into his pocket and drew out a coin.



“Shall we say Heads I fuck you and Tails I continue to lash you………… we will let fate decide which we shall do!”



The coin turned over and over in the air, landed on its edge, spinning to finally fall. Adam Smiled as he gazed down at the coin.
 
“Shall I fuck you now Miss Sutton…………. Or shall I lash you more with the cat?”

Claire quivered where she knelt, she couldn't see his face unless he moved closer to her and she could neither nod nor shake her head. He was offering her another decision, she fucking hated that. Whether he did so now or later, Claire knew he was going to fuck her and with the pause in the lashing, she was able to get a better assessment of her own body which told her she'd most likely enjoy it like a well paid whore. He saved her from having to answer by cutting in again with a new suggestion...

“Shall we say Heads I fuck you and Tails I continue to lash you………… we will let fate decide which we shall do!”

…perhaps suggestion was the wrong word. She couldn't see the coin flip but she heard it hit the floor and held her breath. She couldn't see the outcome either! He was doing this to her on purpose, she just knew it - driving her anticipation higher and higher.

"Is it...is it heads or tails then?" It took bravery to ask, her voice trembled with trepidation.

Claire squirmed nervously where she knelt, rocking her weight from side to side trying to relieve her nerves, her arousal, the stress and strain of the position she'd held so long now. She stretched her fingers out behind her, flexing them in the cuffs. She was rather glad she was restrained, she suspected she'd be an absolute wreck by this point if she weren't!
 
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