Chapter 1.1 :: I Do Know Jack
sarah knew she had made him mad... after all... that was her intent... but she was also pretty sure he would calm down by the time they met... he usually did... but there was something about his tone this time that felt different. she checked into the hotel early... ordered room service but couldn't eat... she drank wine in silence waiting for 9:00pm... the time Jack would arrive to punish her. she laid out her selection of implements on the table... the crop, both canes, the short flogger and the cat whip he asked her to buy from agent provocateur (i have this one! check it out on their website)... both pairs of handcuffs... the leather wrist and ankle bindings... the chains and tie ropes. she wanted to let him know it was his night and she was there for him. she laid out her lingerie for the evening... the appropriately named "mercy corset" from agent provocateur (yes - i have this one too)... stockings and suspender belts... 7 inch heels. she also laid out the maids outfit... held it up against herself and looked in the mirror... maybe... he liked punishing her when she wore it... maybe just the mercy corset... but it was very sexy... maybe a little too powerful? she showered and took her time to do her make up... another glass of wine to steady the nerves. she dressed in the lingerie... and put on the sexy maids outfit. it made her smile. she remembered how much Jack liked it the first time she wore it. naughty maid it would be!
she poured another glass of wine... 8:40pm... and began pacing slowly... checking her phone and email repeatedly... her tummy filled with butterflies... her fingers trembling when not put to good use. 8:50pm... time seemed to stand still... she checked the outfit again in the mirror... unsure... to much... not enough? maybe she should be naked and chained... on her knees... the whip held up in open palmed hands? how would she open the door before assuming the position? she didn't have time to resolve the riddle...
She jumped when he knocked! 3 short sharp raps... not the happy-go-lucky rhythm he usually tapped... she put down her wine... checked the eye hole and let him in. he did not look happy. she smiled and stepped forward to kiss him but he push her off and slapped her face... lightly, almost gently, but purposefully. she was shocked more than hurt... and stared in disbelief... unsure how to respond... dazed...
he scolded her... what do you think you are doing... i'm here to punish you... nothing more... nothing less... how many times have i told you not to text me at home on weekends... she wanted to cry... her eyes welled with tears... she tried to apologize but he shut her down...
you're dressed as a maid? he mocked. after what you've done i come here and you're dressed in a costume? again she tried to apologize and raised her hands in a thoughtless reflex to remove the dress. leave it on... he commanded... and since you're wearing it take my coat and make me a drink. she took his coat hung it and walked across the room to pour a whisky on ice. she now felt ridiculous in the maids outfit. she wanted to explain but every time she went to speak she just evoked his wrath... tonight was very different... her head was spinning... her hands trembling as she poured the whisky over the ice. he removed his tie and shirt and exchanged them for the drink... his muscular build protruding from his appropriately named wife beater undershirt. she hung his shirt and tie and would have given anything to burst into tears and beg forgiveness... but she knew that to be equally wrong...
he sat in the arm chair and ordered her to assume "the position"... feet wide apart... hands behind her head... eyes downcast... he was still breathing heavily... as if he had walked up the stairs... and he began to chastise her... lecturing... very different than he'd ever been with her in the past. she felt ridiculous in her maids outfit. he circled her... drink in hand... roughly feeling her breasts... pinching her nipples... pulling her head back by the hair... he ran his hand up her inner thigh... across the thin fabric of her panty... slipped his fingers inside the elastic... and stretched the front down as he slid his fingers towards their destination between her legs... his finger slid gently between her lips... she wanted to double over in lust but knew the rules... she held position and took a deep breathe...
you're wet... he announced. normally she would have made a cheeky reply... she spent a day and a half awaiting her fate... a long evening of preparation... and now she was dressed as a maid... being inspected like a slave girl... waiting for the whip... his fingers continued to explore... gently... ever so gently... she allowed her eyes to close... and began to rotate her pelvis against his fingers. he withdrew his hand and asked her angrily what she was doing... this was not for her pleasure tonight... she was here to be punished. he selected the cat whip and ordered her to remove the maids outfit. she clumsily unfastened it and slipped it off... glad to be free of its added humiliation. and the shoes and stockings... he ordered... and she nervously complied... hold your hair up...and she complied. he pressed the curved strands of the cat whip against her panty... her feet wide apart... the long strands dangling against the inside of her legs... and he slid it forwards and backward... increasing the depth of her breaths... enjoy it now... he teased... it will be having a different effect soon enough...
he put down his drink... collected the handcuffs... grabbed her by the wrist and roughly dragged her into the bathroom. he forced the handle of the whip into her mouth... cuffed her left wrist... dragged the chain over the shower curtain rail and cuffed the other... he pulled her panty down to her knees... and he whipped her mercilessly... her bottom... her back and shoulders... savage lashes across her breasts received some protection from the corset but still stung... only when her exposed flesh was laced with welts and stripes from the cat whip did he pull down the cups of her corset... roughly exposing her breasts... pale pink marks from the earlier lashing... he pinched her nipples hard... each in turn... then turned the whip to her bare breasts... she let out some distress squeals... and he pulled her hair and chastised her... ripped open the front of the corset properly... the corset falling to the floor... and continued to whip her naked body...
when he was done he hung the whip over her left shoulder... the strands resting harmlessly across her burning left breast... and he left to freshen his drink... he was gone for quite some time... she struggled to regain her breath... fighting to regain some composure... she twisted around to catch a glimpse of her whipped form in the bathroom mirror... the heat rising and burning her nostrils as she inhaled deeply... and she was struck by her beauty... she felt comforted by the affect her suffering would have on him... she twisted to see her breasts and front... not an inch untouched by the whip... when she looked down she could see the rows of thin raised welts lacing her breasts...
he returned and explored between her legs with his fingers... she remained silent... unsure how to respond... you're still wet... he observed again...her eyes widened in bewilderment but again she held her cheeky tongue... the whip does have the ability to reform she thought... and made a note to share the thought with Jack later... but not now. he took the whip again and lashed her buttocks, back, belly and then one hard lash on each breast... from behind... the whip curling around and making angry "bites" across her bare breast... first the right... and then the left... another pair of lashes... and then another... even harder... then he hung the whip on her shoulder again... her head was still spinning as he entered her from behind... hard thrusts... pulling a handful of hair... biting her earlobe... his free hand roughly grabbing her breasts... until he came... then he washed himself and left her alone for a second time. she would give anything for him to return... unchain her... take her to bed a cuddle her... nurturing her... thanking her for her suffering... his lover...
he returned and unfastened her cuffs... bent her over the countertop... cuffed her hands behind her back... her face looking back at her in the mirror... he ordered her feet wide apart... tapping her inner thighs with the tip of the cane... a familiar sensation... giving her a clue as to what was coming... she saw the cane in his hand and considered begging for mercy... but she knew tonight she had to suffer... it was his prerogative... she had brought this on herself... and now she had to endure it.
he caned her harder and longer than ever before... she groaned and writhed with each stroke... and then she cried... her wrists wrestling against her chains in frustration... the mascara running down her face... but he was unmoved... and he continued to cane her...
eventually it ended... she had no idea how many strokes... 50??? maybe more... so hard to tell. he placed the cane between her teeth and told her not to drop it or he would start again... he reappeared dressed... and her heart sank... he wasn't even staying the night... he took the cane... gave her six fresh strokes... his trademark farewell... even after this... he dropped the cane on the floor... un-cuffed one wrist and ordered her to stay there in position and think about her actions and its consequences... she nodded agreement and simply sobbed... deep heartfelt sobs... as she heard the door close behind him...
she poured another glass of wine... 8:40pm... and began pacing slowly... checking her phone and email repeatedly... her tummy filled with butterflies... her fingers trembling when not put to good use. 8:50pm... time seemed to stand still... she checked the outfit again in the mirror... unsure... to much... not enough? maybe she should be naked and chained... on her knees... the whip held up in open palmed hands? how would she open the door before assuming the position? she didn't have time to resolve the riddle...
She jumped when he knocked! 3 short sharp raps... not the happy-go-lucky rhythm he usually tapped... she put down her wine... checked the eye hole and let him in. he did not look happy. she smiled and stepped forward to kiss him but he push her off and slapped her face... lightly, almost gently, but purposefully. she was shocked more than hurt... and stared in disbelief... unsure how to respond... dazed...
he scolded her... what do you think you are doing... i'm here to punish you... nothing more... nothing less... how many times have i told you not to text me at home on weekends... she wanted to cry... her eyes welled with tears... she tried to apologize but he shut her down...
you're dressed as a maid? he mocked. after what you've done i come here and you're dressed in a costume? again she tried to apologize and raised her hands in a thoughtless reflex to remove the dress. leave it on... he commanded... and since you're wearing it take my coat and make me a drink. she took his coat hung it and walked across the room to pour a whisky on ice. she now felt ridiculous in the maids outfit. she wanted to explain but every time she went to speak she just evoked his wrath... tonight was very different... her head was spinning... her hands trembling as she poured the whisky over the ice. he removed his tie and shirt and exchanged them for the drink... his muscular build protruding from his appropriately named wife beater undershirt. she hung his shirt and tie and would have given anything to burst into tears and beg forgiveness... but she knew that to be equally wrong...
he sat in the arm chair and ordered her to assume "the position"... feet wide apart... hands behind her head... eyes downcast... he was still breathing heavily... as if he had walked up the stairs... and he began to chastise her... lecturing... very different than he'd ever been with her in the past. she felt ridiculous in her maids outfit. he circled her... drink in hand... roughly feeling her breasts... pinching her nipples... pulling her head back by the hair... he ran his hand up her inner thigh... across the thin fabric of her panty... slipped his fingers inside the elastic... and stretched the front down as he slid his fingers towards their destination between her legs... his finger slid gently between her lips... she wanted to double over in lust but knew the rules... she held position and took a deep breathe...
you're wet... he announced. normally she would have made a cheeky reply... she spent a day and a half awaiting her fate... a long evening of preparation... and now she was dressed as a maid... being inspected like a slave girl... waiting for the whip... his fingers continued to explore... gently... ever so gently... she allowed her eyes to close... and began to rotate her pelvis against his fingers. he withdrew his hand and asked her angrily what she was doing... this was not for her pleasure tonight... she was here to be punished. he selected the cat whip and ordered her to remove the maids outfit. she clumsily unfastened it and slipped it off... glad to be free of its added humiliation. and the shoes and stockings... he ordered... and she nervously complied... hold your hair up...and she complied. he pressed the curved strands of the cat whip against her panty... her feet wide apart... the long strands dangling against the inside of her legs... and he slid it forwards and backward... increasing the depth of her breaths... enjoy it now... he teased... it will be having a different effect soon enough...
he put down his drink... collected the handcuffs... grabbed her by the wrist and roughly dragged her into the bathroom. he forced the handle of the whip into her mouth... cuffed her left wrist... dragged the chain over the shower curtain rail and cuffed the other... he pulled her panty down to her knees... and he whipped her mercilessly... her bottom... her back and shoulders... savage lashes across her breasts received some protection from the corset but still stung... only when her exposed flesh was laced with welts and stripes from the cat whip did he pull down the cups of her corset... roughly exposing her breasts... pale pink marks from the earlier lashing... he pinched her nipples hard... each in turn... then turned the whip to her bare breasts... she let out some distress squeals... and he pulled her hair and chastised her... ripped open the front of the corset properly... the corset falling to the floor... and continued to whip her naked body...
when he was done he hung the whip over her left shoulder... the strands resting harmlessly across her burning left breast... and he left to freshen his drink... he was gone for quite some time... she struggled to regain her breath... fighting to regain some composure... she twisted around to catch a glimpse of her whipped form in the bathroom mirror... the heat rising and burning her nostrils as she inhaled deeply... and she was struck by her beauty... she felt comforted by the affect her suffering would have on him... she twisted to see her breasts and front... not an inch untouched by the whip... when she looked down she could see the rows of thin raised welts lacing her breasts...
he returned and explored between her legs with his fingers... she remained silent... unsure how to respond... you're still wet... he observed again...her eyes widened in bewilderment but again she held her cheeky tongue... the whip does have the ability to reform she thought... and made a note to share the thought with Jack later... but not now. he took the whip again and lashed her buttocks, back, belly and then one hard lash on each breast... from behind... the whip curling around and making angry "bites" across her bare breast... first the right... and then the left... another pair of lashes... and then another... even harder... then he hung the whip on her shoulder again... her head was still spinning as he entered her from behind... hard thrusts... pulling a handful of hair... biting her earlobe... his free hand roughly grabbing her breasts... until he came... then he washed himself and left her alone for a second time. she would give anything for him to return... unchain her... take her to bed a cuddle her... nurturing her... thanking her for her suffering... his lover...
he returned and unfastened her cuffs... bent her over the countertop... cuffed her hands behind her back... her face looking back at her in the mirror... he ordered her feet wide apart... tapping her inner thighs with the tip of the cane... a familiar sensation... giving her a clue as to what was coming... she saw the cane in his hand and considered begging for mercy... but she knew tonight she had to suffer... it was his prerogative... she had brought this on herself... and now she had to endure it.
he caned her harder and longer than ever before... she groaned and writhed with each stroke... and then she cried... her wrists wrestling against her chains in frustration... the mascara running down her face... but he was unmoved... and he continued to cane her...
eventually it ended... she had no idea how many strokes... 50??? maybe more... so hard to tell. he placed the cane between her teeth and told her not to drop it or he would start again... he reappeared dressed... and her heart sank... he wasn't even staying the night... he took the cane... gave her six fresh strokes... his trademark farewell... even after this... he dropped the cane on the floor... un-cuffed one wrist and ordered her to stay there in position and think about her actions and its consequences... she nodded agreement and simply sobbed... deep heartfelt sobs... as she heard the door close behind him...
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