His fingers hooked beneath the band of lace that held my bra in place, the fabric ripping easily as he pulled it from me. I gasped, my eyes two hazel pools of shock, and he laughed at my reaction. I suddenly realized I'd already broken one of his rules, not to speak. I'd cried no. My hands moved to my breasts to cover them as I shivered before him. He slapped them away.

"You will not cover yourself in my presence ever again." Fighting the urge to flee from him I sought some comfortable place to put my hands.

"Put your hands behind your neck. Yes, like that," he responded as I lifted them into place. "Lovely, you have wonderful breasts and I am pleased to gaze upon them."

I knew I was blushing violently. My eyes glued firmly to his toes.

"Now though, we are in a predicament. You've managed to forget those pretty little panties. Come over here, put your back to me."

A muffled sob escaped my lips as I reluctantly moved towards him. I could see my own nipples stiffening in response to his nearness, his commanding voice, his roving gaze. They ached now, as if he'd been pinching them. As I stood before him I felt his fingers hook into the band of material that secured the thong to my hips. He lifted it, pulling it tightly against my flesh so that my clit was crushed against the lacy material. I could only groan as I felt the moisture soaking me, painting my thighs in creamy desire.

"I smell your need little one." He whispered into my ear.

My hips moved of their own volition as he pulled the thong and released the pressure repetitively.

"Yes my pet, move your hips like the slut you know you are."

There was laughter in his voice and I was on fire for him. I moaned throatily, dancing on his string. He pulled harder, ripping the thong from my body in one swift motion. I could only stumble to retain my balance at the sudden loss of pressure. With one hand he knocked me to the floor where I caught myself, landing on hands and knees.

 "Stay just like that." he said as he moved slowly towards me.

The tears were coursing now, trailing salty paths down my cheeks to drip onto my chest.

"Put your face on the floor my lovely one." His voice caressed me now, low and throbbing with his own desire. "That's good, now push your ass into the air for me."

I sobbed softly, but did as he bid me. I could feel my pussy tightening, flexing and releasing with pent up need.

"Much better, now spread those thighs."

I felt his boot against my inner thigh, pressing it outwards. I knelt there, my cheek upon the carpet, my nether lips fully exposed to his view, sobbing.

"I never knew tears could be such a delight," he murmured as the long, thin paddle cracked across my ass.

I know I must have screamed. I did not expect it. Even though we'd talked of it. My breath came in
soft gasps as my stomach tightened into a knot. He walked around me, trailing the edge of the
paddle against my naked flesh. Quivering, I cried silently. My fingers white knuckled against the carpet in anticipation of the next blow.

"You