Choose Your Own Spanking
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(****, ?/?, Edgy, Could contain anything.)

This is an interactive story where you get to choose how the story progresses. (Approximately 758 words. Originally published 1998-02.)

"Yes!" you cry in desperation, but it comes out as "Mmmssshh!" You nod your head frantically, hoping she understands.

"Good." The woman's voice is soft and melodic, quite beautiful. You wish you could see her, but you only feel her hands on your body. "You will call me Mistress. You will obey my every command _instantly_ and without hesitation, or you will feel more of _this_." At that you feel a sharp sting across your bottom that hurts so badly a tear comes to your eye.

You feel her hands around your head and suddenly your gag is removed. You gasp for air and breath long and deep. "Thank you," you say.

Thwert! A blazing line of fire alights across your left thigh. "Oouch!" you scream. "That _hurt_! What was that for?"

"You did not address me properly," she hisses. "When you speak to me you must use my title, or I shall gag you again." You do not wish to be gagged again, so you nod and say, "Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."

"Good," she says and you can almost hear her smiling. For some reason this pleases you, and you get a warm, pleasant feeling in your belly. "I am going to punish you now," says the woman in the same, calm voice in an ordinary tone. "I want you to be obedient and cooperate.

"But why? Why am I here? What have I done?" you ask desperately.

"You are here because I brought you here. You will remember soon enough what you did."

"Let me go!"

"When you have been sufficiently punished, my dear. Depending on how you behave that could be tomorrow or a week from tomorrow."

"But why, why me?" you cry out in terror.

"Because," she says softly reaching up and caressing your cheek, "because I love you." Your astonishment causes your mouth to conveniently open and she inserts the gag and binds it in place. You moan and struggle but there is no resonse. You are now alone in the dark, though she stands next to you.

Suddenly she begins to whip you. It is not hard. Just a light switching across the backs of your legs and occasionally a sharp strike to your buttocks. The instrument is long and thin and wraps around your leg when it strikes. She is quick but thorough, and in minutes your body is alive with tingling stings all over. Your legs and bottom pulse with and quiver and you struggle lightly against your bonds, just testing them, but they do not yield in the least. You are helpless.

Now the whipping begins to really hurt. She strikes you hard, lashing blows that take your breath away, but she spaces them apart, dangling her whip along your skin after each stroke, teasing you with it. You moan loudly and wiggle frantically, but she only laughs and whips you again, harder still, her ice-cold hand fingering the thin welt that has risen on your left buttock.

Tears come to your eyes at the pain and your utter helplessness. You feel bereft, alone, and a slow, nagging horror overcomes you as you realize the desperateness of your situation. No one knows you are here. This woman has total control over your body. She can do anything to you and there is nothing you can do to stop her.

Then, in the midst of your pain and self-pity, you feel her touching you, running her hands along your waist and hips, her lips brushing your cheek. You can smell her sweet perfume, and she smells wonderfully natural, like a spring day. The whipping does not stop, but continues relentlessly, an irregular, random thrashing that totally bewilders you, especially when combined with the woman's tender caresses.

As you moan in confusion, you are totally given over. A release snaps inside you and you relax completely, and willingly let yourself go to this stranger, this cruel woman with the whip. You have no idea how much longer she will whip you, or what other horrors she has in mind, but you no longer fear them. Instead you fear that she will stop, that this luxurious dread you bask in will somehow end, that the dream-like haze that has enveloped you will fade away, leaving only bitterness and desperate loneliness.

With a deep sigh you smile and relax contendedly, wiggling slightly as the whip strikes you sharply across your right thigh. This is heaven. You are in paradise. May it never end.