Lisa had a sullen expression on her face as Jeremy took the handcuffs off her wrists. Being punished wasn't exactly the ideal way of starting her weekend of submission. The vixen made a vow to herself that she would never be tardy again when visiting here.

Lisa turned to face him, and watched as he hooked the handcuffs onto his belt. "Master, please don't whip me," she begged. "I don't need to be whipped. I'll never be late again. I'll come early from now on. I PROMISE. Please Master, I don't need to be whipped. I don't need it."

Jeremy offered her a serious, unrelenting look. "Lisa, you're going to get a whipping and there is no getting around it." His words caused a sorrow-filled gasp to escape from within her throat. "If you don't stop your crying and moaning, I'll just have to double your punishment. Now I was hoping for a pleasure-filled weekend with you, just the same as you were hoping with me. But if you want, we can turn this into a weekend full of punishments. Do you want that?"

"No, Master," she replied, trying to fight the tears away.

He pointed a menacing finger at her. "Now get out of your clothes and into that chemise. I'll be back in a few minutes." With those words, Jeremy left the room and closed the door behind him. Inside, Lisa heard the door being locked from the OUTSIDE.

In frustration, the young woman stomped her foot into the floor. She was not mad at Jeremy, but only at herself. She resigned to the fact that a discipline whipping was forthcoming, and there was nothing which could be done about it. She would just have to take the punishment.

In no particular hurry, Lisa began to undress. First she undid the buttons of her white and black striped blouse, then took the garment off and threw it to the corner. Wiggling her hips, she slid the spandex pants down and eventually off, after kicking away her sandels. With both off, she tossed the articles on top of the blouse in the corner.

Next, the blonde bombshell strolled over to the dresser-drawer and peered into the large mirror. She wiped the final trace of tears away from her cheek with a fingertip, then offered a tiny smile. Even though a whipping was in her immediate future, she was very happy to be here.

Lisa reached behind her back and unhooked the white bra she wore, then quickly slipped it off and chucked it onto the pile of clothes in the corner. Smiling with pride, she cupped her firm, tanned breasts and posed for the mirror.

Next, she proceeded to take off her white G-string and throw it to the pile in the corner. Finally she was nude, and the female continued to admire herself in the mirror. Then, not wanting to waste any more time, she went over to the dresser and got the chemise from the top of it. Then she slipped the lingerie piece over her head and into place on her curvy, sensational body. She enjoyed the feel of the silky garment, as it's loose, comfortable fit appealed to her senses.

The young lady pouted as she went over to the side of the bed and dropped to her knees. Placing both palms upon the soft mattress, she leaned forward and prepared herself to hold the position for as long as it took, or as long as she could.

A few minutes later, Lisa had become quite relaxed as she lay across the bed, her knees firmly planted on the carpeted floor. She was lost in a quiet reverie now, fantasizing about being handcuffed to the bed with Jeremy above her, dominating her and delegating control. It was one of her favorite activities to dream about. It was also one of her favorite activities to actually play out for real.

A loud click from the door brought the blonde out of her fantasies. She turned her head and watched Jeremy as he strode into the room. He was dressed the same, but the black whip in his right hand made Lisa's brown eyes grow big.

"Master, please don't use the whip on me," she begged. "If I need to be punished, please use your hand. Anything but the whip!"

Smiling, Jeremy closed the door and then laughed at her. "My hand? Yeah, right -- that would be a real strict punishment for you. Do you think I'm stupid? You LOVE being spanked by hand. That's no punishment to you. Are you trying to insult my intelligence?"

"No, of course not, Master," she replied, lying the whole way. "Is there anything I can do to change your mind, Master? I really don't want to be whipped. I'll do anything you want me to."

Jeremy grinned and smacked the whip against his hand, his intent to intimidate her. "You'll do anything I want -- regardless."

Lisa squealed in frustration, her last, futile attempt to weasle out of the whipping unsuccessful.

The right side of her face was buried in the mattress, and Jeremy put the menacing whip down right in front of her eyes. It was leather, with long, thick strands dangling from the wooden handle. Lisa's body began to tremble in apprehension. She was not going to like this.

Jeremy's initial objective was to humiliate her, and he was being wildly successful in doing so. He didn't particularly like starting the weekend off by punishing her, but it was neccessary. Jeremy knew that if he cut her any slack whatsoever and let her go without being whipped, she would fall into a pattern of breaking rules in the future. He did understand that the traffic accident that slowed her up on the freeway was unforseeable -- but he also realized that his submissive needed to be taught a painful lesson.

Jeremy leaned down beside her and spoke into her left ear. "Now this is what is going to happen. Since you were eight minutes late, you will receive a minimum of eight lashes with the whip. I say 'minimum' simply because it could be more. After each and every time I whip you, you will keep a count outloud. After the first lash, you'll say 'one'. The second, you'll say 'two'... and so forth. If at any time you fail to keep track of the count, we'll have to start over at the beginning all over again. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Master," she shrieked, her eyes now closed.

Jeremy grabbed her wrists and forced his submissive to lock her fingers together behind her neck. "Don't move your hands a single inch," he said in a very strict tone.

Lisa then sensed that Jeremy had picked up the whip from the bed. Thus, the blonde kept her eyes shut and gritted her teeth in fear.

But Jeremy wanted to keep her waiting for a while longer, so the anxiety within her could grow and become stronger. "First off, you need to understand why you are going to be punished. Do you know why?"

Lisa sighed in frustration. "Because I was late, Master."

"Late for what?" Jeremy inquired in a soft tone.

Now the young lady grunted in controlled anger. "I was late for my weekend of submission at your home, Master."

"What's the punishment for being late?" he asked.

"A whipping," she bawled.

"And where do you receive this whipping?" he questioned.

"On my ass," was her gentle reply.

"Where? I can't hear you," he taunted.

"On my ASS, Master," she returned in a louder tone.

Jeremy stood straight up and smiled down at her. "That's the spirit. As I said earlier, you better never be late again. If you are, the punishment next time will not be one lash for every minute you are late. It will be THREE lashes for every minute." Lisa scowled in horror at the thought. "Now remember, you must count outloud after every time the whip comes down on you. If not, I'll have to start all over again. Do I make myself clear on all of this?"

"Yes, Master," she sobbed.

"All right then," Jeremy said. He leaned over and hiked the hem of her chemise up around her waist, exposing a round, perfectly-shaped posterior. "It's time for your punishment."