"Gladly Master," she told him as she sank down on him.

She moved slowly at first, wanting to savour his length and thickness but he was impatient. So impatient that he reached for the flogger and lashed her across her side and back.  "Move you fucking whore!" he cried out.

"Yes Master. Sorry Master," she cried out.

But even though she did speed up with faster and more forceful thrusts he still used the flogger on her. The stinging lashes hurt but the adrenalin that flowed from the sexual excitement masked the pain as she moved up and down on his manhood. He came before she did, groaning loudly as his cum shot inside her, but he remained hard long enough for her to experience her own shattering climax.

For a few minutes she rested there with his cock still embedded inside her. Her bottom, sides and back still stinging from her beatings. She wished she could see him, see the face behind that wonderful fuck. She also wanted to kiss him. "Thank you Master for pleasing this whore," she said softly as she found his lips and kissed him.

Still inside her he flipped her over on her back and pushed her arms above her head and began to slowly thrust into her. "I think you are going to make a very good Slut," he told her, as he kissed her.

"Thank you Master I have always wanted to be a Slut. Teach me Master to be your special whore!" she cried out as he began to thrust harder and deeper.

Sam could still feel the stings of her flogging and spanking next morning as she slipped out bed leaving James fast asleep and snoring. The memories of that last fuck and a sixth and final lash of the strap after he had put her over his knee before dressing, put a spring in her step and a new joy in her heart. She crept downstairs, still naked, and found her mobile phone. "I am naked Master," she said quietly before telling him what she wanted to wear that day.

"No knickers today Slut," he responded.

"Of course Master," she responded.

"Don't forget to shave!" he warned.

"I shaved last night after you left Master," she told him as she ran her hand over her naked mound.

"Very good my slut," he told her. "I will ring you the day after tomorrow to arrange my next visit," he added as he rang off.

Sam smiled and started to touch herself. “Damn,” she muttered. “I forgot to ask him if could masturbate.” She started to dial his number again and then stopped and started to giggle before sitting down in the armchair.

Her fingers began to slowly work themselves up and down her lips and over her clitty. “Hmmmmm,”she sighed, as she contemplated her punishment for being a filthy disobedient slut