John wheeled the long table that was at the side of the room behind her. He walked around opening closets and drawers taking various instruments out and placing them on the table. Joan could easily see some of them and she realized every one of them would soon be used on her ass. After a moment John announced he was ready. He told Joan that she should feel free to cry out as her reactions would also enable him to gauge the effectiveness of each instrument.

John had divided up her ass into quadrants. He had note paper and he picked up an unusually soft leather whip. Three times he let it fly onto her ass with various degrees of speed. He noted the reaction to the skin, her body and her voice and recorded them in a sort of shorthand on his note paper.

He went through the full range of his tools, each time letting the instrument bite her three times. He felt that three times was just the right number of times for him to gauge her reaction. At one point he picked up a heavy cane, although knowing that it would never be acceptable to Michael, he decided to let Joan know how brutal he could be. He swung it at a low speed and it cracked into her ass. Her head snapped up as she hadn't expected anything so violent and a cry came from her mouth. Twice more, but at even slower speeds he struck her and each time she jumped and cried out. The pain of the cane went deep into her ass and into her legs, it was a pain that quickly spread out, and was not localized like the others. Three even level welts were already beginning to rise on the lower left section of her ass.

When he was through, he had the information he needed and was ready to make a recommendation to Michael. The rigid riding crop tipped with the soft leather head would be perfect for general training and for when punishment was necessary. Now, he thought, let me see what I can do for myself.

He came around and addressed Joan in a gentle voice. "We are almost finished and I want to tell you how accommodating you have been." Joan, sensing where she thought the conversation was going, quickly shot back at him "don't think I'm going to be so accommodating that I let you use my mouth." John smiled and said, "I didn't even think of that my dear".

He bent down to her level so she could see him, he said, "Look at this. I designed it and made it myself". He held up a rod of 1/2" thickness and 18" long. It looked to her like it was some kind of rod made of clear plastic or Lucite. "It appears to be very solid and unyielding, but look," he said, as he gently waved it, she saw that it was flexible and bowed slightly as he waved it back and forth. "I love this because it reminds me of the best features of the cane but with improvements. You remember the cane I just used on you? Well the cane sends its message along the entire length that makes contact with the skin. But this, this has the opposite effect, it takes all the energy of the cane and concentrates it on the first spot to make contact with the body. Here, let me show you."

He took up a position behind her and she steeled herself for the blow. She had no idea how different this was going to be. He lined himself up, lifted his arm and let the rod fly down. Her head snapped up but no sound came out. All the air had been forced out of her lungs. After her next breath she screamed. John had used her asshole as the target. He had brought the rod down vertically along the crack of her ass. As soon as the first part touched her asshole, all the power of the rod concentrated itself right there. He knew exactly the reaction. He came around to her again. Not saying a word, he let her calm down by herself and then knelt next to her head.

"Oh my God" she repeated over and over. "What was that? I can't take anymore."

John said, "I know what you felt. First it was like an electrical shock? Vibrating out to your feet and arms? You then felt the pain follow it and you probably even felt the pain through your legs and I bet even into your chest?

"Yes, yes", she gasped, "please no more". He looked at her and the pain just wouldn't stop. It just lingered like nothing else. As her head cleared and she gathered herself, she turned and looked into John's eyes. She nearly was snarling when she said: "I get it, OK, you can fuck my mouth". John's lips formed a thin smile as he got up and moved out of her view again.

He stood over her ass watching her hole still pucker involuntarily. As her breathing resumed he lifted his hand and this time at a slightly faster rate, he brought his rod down on the same spot. After a very long silent pause, he heard her wail. This continued as her ass clenched and reclenched over and over as she tried to get a hold of the pain. He waited until she began to calm and walked over to her side. This time he brought the stool over so he could sit and look into her face.

"Please" she moaned over and over, "no more". John smiled and told her that she was sounding a little less hostile to him. She babbled on and kept apologizing and pleading with him. She knew what he wanted and kept telling him to use her mouth, just use it and stop the pain. "No", he said, "that won't do, you need to really request it, almost beg me to use your mouth as I wish." She then started babbling again and told him to take her anyway he wanted. He told her "I know you are almost ready but you are not quite there yet, you are not perfect yet", as he got up and walked behind her. "Remember my rule of three", he chuckled. She screamed and bolted and he thought he could almost see the bench actually move! "Sorry baby, the rule of three applies". He knew that in her state she would think any contact was worse then it actually was, so he took off some speed but still located his hit so that all the force was directed into her asshole.

He let her cry for a while and then as she calmed he sat down next to her again. He had a warm washcloth in his hands and gently wiped her face. When she started to babble again, he shushed her and told her to listen carefully. He picked up a comb and brushed her hair and she began to look put together. He told her to control herself and think before she opened her mouth. She nodded and listened.

"One chance is what you get. I want you to sweetly offer yourself to me, encourage me to use your mouth, tell me the pleasure I will feel and don't forget to mention your throat. Look at me with soft eyes, with pleading in your eyes with no tension in them. I want to hear a gentle voice. I know you understand and can do this. Also, you should know that I have no tolerance for failure now, and if you are not absolutely perfect then the next time you have the chance to convince me will be after you visit with my Lucite friend 3 more times. Understand"?

He walked away for a moment as she took a deep breath, closed her eyes and thought of only one thing. Avoid that damn rod at any cost. She could never get through three more. When he returned he repositioned the bench so that her head was again higher, sat down next to her, folded his hands in his lap and waited.

She lifted her head, looked at him with gentle eyes and he knew he was going to like this. She took a deep breath and began.

"Sir, John, I am requesting of you to please feel free to use my mouth for your pleasure. I really would like to feel your cock taking my mouth and using it as you see fit." She smiled warmly at him, batting her eyelashes seductively, "Sir, John, I know that if you let me have your cock, I will make it explode with a pleasure you have never known before. My throat should be used by your cock and it will be open for you. Your come will bring me more happiness than you can know. Please, Sir, your cock." She smiled broadly, opened her mouth and let her tongue slip out in an obvious invitation.

Internally she was raging, fearful of a rejection. She didn't know if he would accept her invitation. Finally he stood up, moved in front of her and began to open his pants.