Mistress Talia: a sadistic domme

(continued from The Five Twenties - The Third Twenty)

I walk back to the bottom of the table, consider her position, then return to the head of the table and shorten the rope attached to her leg cuffs, lifting her ass off the table so she is angled more appropriately for what comes next.

Returning to between her legs, I pick up a rather large butt plug, stretch a condom over it without too much difficulty, and thoroughly lube it up. She squeals as I roughly shove it deep into her ass.

I then pick up the paddle-from-hell. This is a wooden paddle, a full inch thick. It is long enough to crack both cheeks with each blow and has multiple holes drilled out of it to increase it's impact.

"I'm going to paddle you now. I want you to thank me after each stroke. One."

CRACK! "Thank you, Ma'am," she gasps.

"Two."

CRACK! "Thank you, Ma'am," she yells.

For the first few strokes, I use a mixed technique, sometimes hitting over the center of her ass directly on top of the base of the butt plug to emphasize it's presence and sometimes aiming for that sweet spot just where the thighs meet the ass, knowing that she would feel that most later while sitting in class.

She continues to thank me until the eighth stroke, after which she just gasps for breath between sobs. Coldly, I consider her, "You are not thanking me promptly enough. Should I begin the count again?"

My threat gets through to her and she splutters, "Thank you, Ma'am."

I speed my strokes now, hitting again and again directly on the butt plug, "Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen." She is confused, her responses overlapping with my count, uncertain if she's kept up.

I pause and listen, and she is repeating as if on autopilot, "Thank you, Ma'am. Thank you, Ma'am. Thank you, Ma'am. Thank you, Ma'am. Thank you, Ma'am. Thank you, Ma'am."

She continues as I proceed. I work more slowly, methodically hitting the sweet spot with intense force. "Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty."

She hoarsely whispers something I cannot make out, but due to the rhythm, I believe she is still expressing her gratitude, apparently unaware that we're done.

I remove the butt plug, then walk to the top of the table and release her legs. I check her hands and find they are not getting cold yet. I return to the bottom of the table and attach the cuffs to rings in the table legs near the floor.

Turning away from her briefly, I open a door where my puppy waits. He is nude, except for the collars and cuffs, and the chastity device on his cock and balls. He has been instructed to remain in this closet quietly until I retrieve him.

I snap a leash onto his collar and lead him towards her. I'm uncertain if she hears me through her muttered litany as I warn, "You have a hole that remains unused."



STORY INDEX
The Five Twenties - an introduction
The Five Twenties - The First Twenty
The Five Twenties - The Second Twenty
The Five Twenties - The Third Twenty
The Five Twenties - The Fourth Twenty
The Five Twenties - The Fifth Twenty
The Five Twenties - epilogue