She was to be punished.

She had been caught red-handed with her fingers on her pussy, where they were not allowed to be. Not without his express permission, anyway. He owned her body, all of it, but especially her pussy. She had been sprawled with her legs akimbo, lying in a ray of sunlight on the carpet, lazily stroking herself. As if that weren’t bad enough, she had begun moaning with pleasure just as he came into the room. Her eyes were half closed, so it wasn’t until a few moments, and moans, later, that she caught sight of him standing there with his arms crossed, looking none too pleased. He didn’t like to share his toys, and she was playing with his. So, here she was, waiting for him and whatever he was going to do to her.

She had obeyed his orders and was lying spread-eagled on their bed. She had been here, lying naked and still, trying to calm her racing heartbeat, for the last ten minutes. It was no use. Her pulse galloped off again as soon as she heard his footfall on the first step. By the time he reached the top of the stairs, her heart was racing. And her pussy was wet.

The seconds passed like minutes. And after several long seconds, and several of his slow, deliberate steps, all six foot two inches of him was standing over her with the flogger.

It was the one with black suede strands, the one that felt so soft and sensuous when he stroked it gently over her, but stung with a vengeance when it crashed down on her body.

He knelt on the bed, between her legs. No way of closing them now, she thought, with his solid frame keeping them apart. He was surveying his prey. Looking at her like a cat looks at a cornered mouse, deciding how to play with it. Her clit was already tingling in suspense. He started stroking one smooth leg, from ankle to thigh, stopping just short of where she really wanted him to touch her. He stroked back down her leg, and back up, over and over. With each stroke, it got harder to breathe. Her pussy started to throb. It was begging to be touched.

Her skin was already hyper-sensitive from the orgasm-denied state he had kept her in for the last few days ‑ ever since he had found her touching what was only his to touch. No orgasm since Sunday, and now it was Friday night. Her body had been subjected to constant teasing, frequent use by his cock, and multiple rides on the edge without release. She felt close to insanity. But she had no idea.

He smiled down at his trembling sub while he dangled the strands of the flogger over her open pussy. They were just touching her, tickling her with the ends.

‘Who owns your body?’

‘You do, master,’ she replied.

‘That’s right,’ he said. ‘And your pussy, who owns that?’

‘You do.’

‘You do, what?’

‘You do, master,’ she said, in her breathy sub voice, so different to the voice she used at work, or with anyone else.

‘Yes, I do. And that means you don’t touch it without my permission. But you did, didn’t you? And I have to make sure it doesn’t happen again.’

He slipped a blindfold over her eyes, leaving her in darkness, and she felt her heart contract with fear, and her breathing become laboured. Her chest was heaving with the effort. She moved her legs closer together so that they were touching him, to feel the comfort of his skin.

‘I’m not going to tie you up tonight,’ he said. ‘You are going to lie there, just like that, until I’m done with you.’

God, how she wanted to moan! How she wanted to writhe around on the bed! Her pussy was aching, and she could feel her clit poking up into the air, demanding attention.

He lowered the strands of the flogger on to her belly and began to move them backwards and forwards, sliding them smoothly over her shaved, vulnerable pussy. He dragged them down over it, then back up, again and again. It was a struggle to stay still. She was trying to, but already she was rocking her hips, offering her pussy up to him, to plead for his touch. The nerves under her skin were coming to life and she felt the trails of the suede strands igniting a path to her clit. She heard the whisper of the flogger as its strands brushed her skin, so softly, and threatened the folds of her pussy beneath them. Now and then, one of the strands would catch her clit and send little shockwaves of pleasure through her.

She knew what this meant. He was warning her. This was where the flogger would land. The skin which was now being so tenderly caressed was going to be punished with pain.

But then, just like he had so many times before, he surprised her.

‘No pain today,’ he said. He smiled as he saw the confusion flash across her face.

‘No, we’re going to do something different.’ Words to strike fear into the heart of any submissive.

He leant down and stroked his hand over her forehead to smooth out the worried creases. His touch calmed her, reassured her that she was safe and loved, reminded her she didn’t have to worry about anything. She was totally within his power, his to do with what he wanted. All she had to do was lie here and take it, whatever it was.

‘Oh, don’t worry, it’s still going to be a punishment. It just won’t be painful. Don’t fret, little one, you’ll see. Just lie still and you’ll be fine.’

It was the lying still part that was going to be a problem.

‘Now, what you need to learn, girl, and what I am going to teach you, is that your pleasure is subordinate to mine. Your body is mine, your orgasm is mine, your pleasure is mine. You get what I give you, nothing more and nothing less. And you certainly don’t get to touch your pussy without my permission. Understand?’

‘Yes, master.’

‘Good. Now, I’m going to teach you this little lesson by giving you more pleasure than you can possibly imagine.’