Jeremy stood up, and held the leather whip just inches from her quivering bottom. He measured the forthcoming blow, wanting to strike her in the absolute perfect spot. Then, the 25-year-old took a deep breath as his right hand raised in the air, the whip going with it. He extended his arm all the way back, then swung forward with great might.

WHACK!

Lisa wailed out in unyielding pain, her face now buried square into the mattress. The blow had struck her with such impact that Lisa felt that she had already been whipped the neccessary eight times. Yet the blonde knew the unfortunate truth. "One," she choked.

"That's a good little girl," Jeremy smiled. "You've followed my instructions thus far. Let's see if you can continue." He brought his arm back once more, and swung again.

WHACK!

"Oh, fuck!" Lisa grunted, her modesty and decency now escaping her. Her poor bottom already felt like it was on fire! "Two, master," came her late cry. "Please, no more," she begged him. "I've learned my lesson. I'll never be late again..."

"You just don't seem to understand, do you?" he returned. "I told you that I was going to give you eight lashes. Have I ever, in my life, went back on a promise to you?"

The side of her face now against the mattress, Lisa squinted her eyes at him, not liking his comment. "No, Master. Never." The young lady watched as his arm drew back once more, then closed her eyes.

WHACK!

"OH MY GOD!" she screamed. "PLEASE, NO MORE! NO MOOOOORE!"

"Sorry baby, but you get eight of 'em," he said. Jeremy kept still for a couple of more seconds, waiting to see if she said anything else. She didn't, and he brought the whip down on her again with force.

"NOOOOOO!" she yelled, feeling as though she had just sat down upon a patch of cement in the hot summer sun.

"I think we have ourseleves a problem here," Jeremy said. "I have given you four lashes. After the first and second ones, you counted." Lisa's eyes opened in horror, knowing what he was driving at. "But after the third, you did not say 'three'. Thus I must start over again, and you must begin counting at one."

"Please, Master!" she pleaded, looking back at him. Frantically, she said, "THREE! FOUR! See Master, I said it! I said it!"

In his usually-calm voice, Jeremy told her, "Much like your arrival here tonight, your 'three' was late."

The young lady screamed in frustration. "Don't start over, Master! Please don't start over!" Lisa had experienced so much pain while being whipped, she had forgotten to keep a verbal count of the lashes.

"Sorry Lisa, but we're starting over. Be prepared to say 'one'." He brought the whip down upon her bottom again.

WHACK!

"Five," she shrieked, since it was the fifth lash she had received.

Jeremy whipped her again, this time much harder than any of the prior times. "Not five!" he shouted. "One! Say one!" His submissive had caused the normally reserved Master to lose his temper.

"One," she choked, conceeding the fact that indeed, they would have to start the count over again.

Immediately, he pulled his arm back and brought the strap across her bottom again. "Count!" he demanded.

"Two," she bawled.

Still angered at his slave, Jeremy, with a deranged look in his eyes, continued to administer the whipping. He watched the soft, pliant skin of her bottom change from a light shade of tan to a bright red. Each time he lashed her, the whip left a definite red mark as to where it had hit. Also after each blow, Lisa cried and counted, this time remebering to say the numbers. Jeremy enjoyed the utter feeling of power he was experiencing -- a blonde bombshell beneath him as he whipped her, not able to do a thing to stop him.

By the time he had reached the eighth lash, Lisa's entire bottom and the upper portion of the backs of her thighs were bright and raw. She began to relax a little, thankful that the whipping was over. However, as Jeremy watched her sink into a mental bivouac, he decided to give her one last reminder of what happened when she made him angry.

WHACK!

That brought Lisa up, and she turned around and screamed at him in surprise. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR?"

Jeremy put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her down into the bed. He didn't appreciate his submissive rising up without permission. "That was for saying 'five' when I told you to start over at one." He grabbed her by the ponytail, but didn't yank on it. "If you EVER do something like that again, your punishment will be so severe, you'll have scary nightmares about it for the rest of your life." He let go of her hair and looked down at her, anger boiling in his eyes.

Lisa had never seen him this mad. She needed to try and win back his favor. "I'm sorry, Master." She reached out and touched his shoulder. "I didn't mean to make you angry. I just wanted to come here for a nice weekend of fun with you. I understand that I deserved to be punished for being late. But PLEASE, Master -- I promise to behave from this point on like a good girl. I just want to make you happy."

Jeremy continued to glare at her, then slowly backed away. He stood up and took a deep breath. No submissive had ever made him as angry as she had just done. Yet he controlled his rage, and attempted to let it pass. "Have you had dinner yet?" he asked in a calm tone.

She did not expect that type of question. "What? Dinner? Oh, no, Master. I haven't had dinner yet."

He took another deep breath. "Good then -- neither have I. First, you will go into the bathroom and fix your make-up. If you haven't already realized, all the crying you have done has ruined your mascara." He pointed toward the pile of clothes she had created earlier. "After that, you will take those clothes down to the laundry room and throw them into the washer. Then, you will meet me in the main room -- the one next to the kitchen. You're going to fix both of us dinner."

"Yes, Master," she complied. "Fix my face, take my clothes to the washer and then come to the main room."

Jeremy walked over to the bed and fished a pair of blue high-heeled shoes out of her suitcase. "Take off your chemise." She did, and now the blonde was completely nude, seated on the mattress. "You will also put these shoes on, and nothing else. Except for one thing."

He went over to the dresser and opened one of it's drawers, then walked back to his submissive with a collar. The collar had a chain attached to it; at the other end of the chain was a pair of handcuffs. The handcuffs had a two-foot-long chain on them, so the submissive could freely move her arms.

Without saying a word, Jeremy locked the collar around her neck and then used the handcuffs on her wrists, but this time in the front. "You will wear that until I see otherwise. Understand?"

"Of course, Master," Lisa obediently replied.

Jeremy pointed toward the top of her head. "And get rid of that ponytail. I like my submissives to look like women, not girls."

"Yes, Master," she said, while undoing the pink bow atop her head and letting her beautiful blonde tresses fall free.

He picked up the black whip and held it in front of her face. "If you behave, I won't have to use this again during the weekend. But if not, you'll be whipped again." She nodded her head at him. "You be in the main room no later than 20 minutes from now. Understand?"

"Yes, Master," she returned, now watching him leave the room, whip in hand. "Don't worry, I won't be late."

Once he left the room, Lisa sprang up from the bed and grabbed her aching bottom with both hands. It was STILL on fire. "Ooooh, my ass," she cried. "It hurts..."

To be continued... comments welcome.