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  I wasn’t the least bit disappointed. In fact I was thrilled. I couldn’t ever remember feeling so… capable of something. It felt like for the first time in my life there was… promise. There was hope.

  But through the afternoon I had a difficult time concentrating once again on what he was trying to teach me. The names of birds seemed to fly out of my head as soon as he spoke them, as did the names of the plants he was showing me in the garden. The lower the sun got in the sky, the more my mind wandered toward that evening and whether I should dare to climb down the stairs to the basement again or whether it would be best to simply pretend like the previous night had never happened and not risk what I had with him there.

  I tossed and turned in my bed that evening, waiting for the noises of the house to quiet down and wrestling with the decision of what to do. By the time the house was still, it didn’t really feel like I had much choice. I knew I could close my eyes and try to go to sleep, but I knew that sleep would not come. I knew my mind would be running over and over in my head what might happen if I were to descend the steps into the secret room.

  So, finally, I found myself once again pressed against the wall, then stealing down the stairs until my hand was on the door handle to the room I’d visited the night before. My heart jumped when it turned and the latch opened. Once again, I stepped inside.

  The light was on already this time. He was sitting in an armchair, as if he’d been waiting for me. Nonetheless, the sight of him made me jump, as much out of excitement as out of fear.

  “You’ve come back,” he said. There was neither anger nor disappointment in his voice, but I felt a disappointment at his apparent indifference.

  I couldn’t think of what to say. I only stared at him, waiting for him to speak again, to tell me what to do. To take the reins of the situation and explain what we were doing there, he and I.

  He stood up slowly and crossed the room until he was towering over me again. This wasn’t the gentle Dr. Renshaw from our lessons. This was a different man, a man who knew his power over me. A man who would not hesitate to use it in any way he saw fit.

  “Why are you here, Tennie?” he asked.

  “I-I… I don’t know,” I stammered. Perhaps I knew something of it, but I could not possibly say it aloud.

  He walked around me and I heard him close the heavy door behind me. “I think you do,” he said, coming into view again.

  “You do?” I whispered.

  “I do.” He walked slowly over toward the table, his shoes clicking across the stone floor as he walked. I turned and saw him pick up what looked to be a riding crop. My eyes widened as he came back toward me. Did he mean to use it on me? Was I to be punished again for coming down, except more severely this time? The thought sent a thrill racing through me.

  “Do you like being punished, Tennie?” he asked.

  I had to look away. Just the question made me feel a shame that welled from inside me and made my cheeks turn red. What sort of a person would enjoy something like that? But my blush came exactly for that reason. It was exactly because I enjoyed the feeling of a spanking that I felt ashamed by what he’d said.

  He stepped closer. “You see, Tennie, I am a man of particular tastes and desires.”

  The words sent another rush of lust coursing through my veins and I felt the wetness come in between my thighs.

  He opened his mouth to speak again, but seemed to decide against it. I felt his gaze raking across my body. “Remove your nightclothes,” he ordered.

  With trembling hands I did what he’d commanded and pulled off my nightshirt.

  “Underwear, too.”

  I did as I was told. Soon my drawers were lying on the floor and I was standing naked in front of Dr. Renshaw with his crop, waiting for his next command.

  “I’ve never met a young woman quite like you, Tennie,” he said in a low voice as he began walking around me slowly.

  I glanced down to see that my nipples had stiffened. My whole body felt like it was aching and tickling at the same time. I could feel his presence so close to me and yet he was still too far away.

  “None of the other girls I’ve brought to live with me have been so disobedient of this one request. Not to mention how quickly after I made it did you make your way down here. You are a naughty, mischievous girl, aren’t you, Tennie?”

  I swallowed loudly and glanced at him from the corner of my eye. He was staring at me and I didn’t dare hold his gaze. I nodded in reply.

  “Answer me when I speak to you, Tennie.”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes?”

  “Yes, sir?” I added.

  “That’s a good start.”

  His eyes drifted down my body, toward my midriff, then back up again, pausing to stare at the two pink buds at my chest. My whole body was begging me to fall forward, to fall into his arms and feel them wrapped around me again, but I didn’t dare. I wanted to be a good girl for Dr. Renshaw. I wanted him to see what a good girl I could be.

  “And so I must surmise, Tennie,” he went on, his footsteps falling on the other side of me again as he stepped toward my behind. “I must surmise that you have been a naughty girl and come here because it’s the punishment you crave? Isn’t that so?”

  My whole body tingled as I felt him lean in and whisper the last few words close to my ear. I felt the heat from his cheek on my neck and how I wished he would lean even closer and lock his lips around my flesh in a kiss.

  As I thought of how to answer, a new, fresh thrill coursed through me. Dr. Renshaw, in his lecture, was not asking questions for he already knew the answer to them. Dr. Renshaw was asking for my permission to correct me. Dr. Renshaw was asking for my consent to do with me as he pleased.

  “Well, Tennie?” he asked, his voice even quieter now. “Is that what you’d like? Would you like me to treat you like the naughty girl you are?”

  The question made my head spin and my knees weak and it was all I could do to breathe a hushed “Yes!”

  No sooner had I said it than the first sharp sting of his whip landing on my rear tore through my body. It was immediately followed by a second whipping of equal weight and bite.

  I clutched at the edge of the wooden table beside me as a rain of firm swats landed first on one cheek of my behind, then the other. Once I’d lost count of how many smacks I’d endured, the pain seemed to lull me into a dull space inside my head. A foggy pleasure emerged somewhere from the depths of my reaction to his correction and the two mingled together inside my mind as one.

  The final two blows were delivered in a slower rhythm, as if to indicate that would be the extent of my punishment for the time being. This time he let the crop rest where it had fallen on my skin before letting it gently glide down the roundest part of my buttock. I shuddered as it grazed against the tender flesh between my legs before falling away completely.

  I could still feel him standing behind me. I wanted nothing more than to feel his touch again, even if it was through the bitter sting of his crop. My racing heart thumped in my chest when I heard the crop clatter to the floor.

  His strong, rough hand plunged between my legs, settling on the wetness at my core. I whimpered as he took command of my sex, his fingers on my soft flesh causing my body to shudder and making me moan.

  “You’ve taken your punishment well,” he rumbled, flexing his hand between my legs and sending bolts of pleasure shooting up my body. I felt two of his fingers move back and forth along the soft folds of my sex. I spread my legs, hoping he would push deeper into me.

  The motion earned me another spanking, with his hand this time, but the pain seared through me as my bottom still stung from the cuts of his whip.

  “If you insist on being such a naughty girl and coming to this room, you will come to understand that I am the master here. As soon as you cross the threshold into this world, you relinquish control of yourself to me. No one is forcing to come down here, Tennie; in fact you have received specific instructions not to. If, howe
ver, you insist on doing so, you will do exactly as I say or suffer the consequences, as you have this evening. Is that clear?”

  He was cupping my sex in such a way that it almost lifted me from my feet and he squeezed me to punctuate the question.

  “Yes…” I managed to whimper, squirming on his hand. I felt more wetness come from my core, soaking him.

  “I will tell you to part your legs or close them. I will tell you to sit, squat, stand, lie. You will take no action without my instruction. Is this understood?”

  “Yes…” I said, breathless.

  He waited a moment before going on. “I will give you one last chance to pick up your nightclothes and leave.”

  I didn’t consider it for a moment. I was completely entranced by the man he was down here and the girl I became under his command. I stood in place, completely motionless and staring straight ahead so he knew my intention was clear. After some time, he seemed to accept my inaction as answer enough.

  “Very well,” he said, removing his hand from between my legs.

  I whimpered at his absence.

  “Now turn around.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Dr. Renshaw

  Though my mind had been arguing with the rest of me about how to treat the girl were she to come down to my dungeon again, when she showed up I could not hold myself back.

  It was clear once again by the look in her eyes that she had come with purpose, with intent. She’d been trembling when she walked in, but she had walked in with the desire to feel the sting of my correction.

  I had given it and every second of it had been one of the most delirious pleasures I had ever known. So drawn was I to her that I could scarcely keep myself from tearing my own clothes off in the darkness, piercing the softest part of her and making her mine.

  Now, as she stood before me naked, my cock was rigid in my trousers, straining against the fabric and aching to be pressed into her tender flesh.

  But these things were best taken slowly. Though her posture cried lust and desire, I knew that the light of day might bring a different mind. I would not take her in that way until she was sure. Until we both were.

  Instead, I told her to turn around.

  She did and stood as tall as she could in front of me, not looking at me but staring straight ahead into the darkness. Already she had the makings of a true submissive. She craved dominance. She craved the order that my commands brought.

  I bent over and picked up the crop I’d let fall to the floor. I saw her eyes dart to it, but then quickly resume their staring into the darkness. She was scared, I could tell. I could smell her fear. It was not, however, a fear of another beating. That she craved as well. It was the fear that somehow this might all end. That it was all too good to be true.

  Stepping toward her, my cock flexed at the sight of her swollen nipples standing erect, ready to be suckled and caressed. I lifted the crop and let the end of it fall gently over the tips of her breasts. Her chest swelled as her back arched at the caress of the whip that had so recently caused her so much pain.

  I’d never trained one as inexperienced as Tennie. Had she shown less proclivity for the role of a submissive, I would have balked at the idea. But here she was, already playing the part perfectly, without instruction.

  I set the crop down on the table behind her and picked up a simple spreader. It was heavy and the weight of the irons felt good in my hands. I let the chains dance and jingle, heightening her anticipation of what was coming next. I saw her breath quicken as her pulse did, too.

  I could barely stand the straining of my stiff cock as I closed the clasps around her pale, slender wrists.

  “On the floor,” I ordered. “Put your hands between your knees.”

  She did it immediately, sinking down and pressing her cheek against the cold floor. I put her slender ankles into the buckles of the spreader and latched them shut. Then I connected the irons at her wrists to the bar.

  Feeling the irons binding her hands and legs only seemed to heighten her arousal. The heady smell of her sex filled the room as I bent down to thrust my hand in between her tender thighs. As soon as I began to move my fingers along her soft folds, her body began to shake. She looked up at me with wide, expectant eyes and an open mouth, then back down to where my hand was handling her roughly between her legs.

  I spread her tender lips open with two fingers and teased her with a third, as if I meant to plunge into her entrance. That made her moan and try to settle deeper onto my fingers, which in turn earned her a quick swat on the bottom with my other hand.

  I drifted my fingers up her soaked lips and found the engorged nub of her clit, and she shuddered as I touched it and looked up to gaze into my eyes. How I longed to kiss her on the mouth. But I could not. That I would not let myself do. Pressing my fingers against her clit, I began to rub slow circles around it with my dripping hand.

  She exhaled a quiet moan and I heard the chains of the irons behind her tighten as her body braced for climax.

  * * *

  Tennie

  I was chained with my arms between my legs in the clasps of what seemed to be an iron bar. This man I’d met only days previous was touching my most intimate place, his firm hand buried between my legs. Any normal person would have been terrified and yet I could not feel the slightest bit of fear.

  As warm waves of pleasure washed back and forth over my body, I could only feel the rough firmness of Dr. Renshaw’s hand on my soft sex and the safety that his presence brought. Even down here, in this dungeon, where he had told me he was in complete command, what I felt was comfort and warmth.

  Another surge of aching pleasure moved through me as the circles he was spinning around my center spot tightened and quickened. I looked up to see him staring at me with a stern gaze. It pushed me closer to the edge of pleasure and I felt the muscles inside me tighten as if I were going to release. The chains of the irons that bound my wrists rattled as my arms flexed in apprehension.

  Suddenly he stopped. I gasped. He pulled his hand out from between my legs. I saw the wetness that I’d left there dripping from it and onto the floor. I looked up at him, my expression pleading that he continue.

  “Please…” I whimpered. Then, remembering myself, I added, “Please, sir?”

  He didn’t reply at first, and his fingers didn’t move between my legs. He lifted his hand and pressed it against my lips, coating them in my own arousal.

  “Taste it,” he ordered. “Taste yourself.”

  I opened my mouth and let my tongue fall out as he pressed his fingers inside. I closed my lips around them and began to lick off what I’d left there. The salty tang of it was not offensive, and it only served to arouse me more.

  But he held his fingers in my mouth, commanding me to keep cleaning myself off of them until he was satisfied. Only after several long moments did he pull them out slowly, trailing them down my chin, my neck, my chest. He paused at my nipple. I looked down in time to see him take it between his thumb and forefinger, just in time to see him pinch as the pain of it rattled through my body, making me scream.

  I made to cover my mouth with my hand, thinking he would be angered at the noise I’d made, but I soon remembered my wrists were in chains.

  He let his finger linger on my tender pink bud, then let his hand fall further. I could tell he was looking at me the whole time, studying me, studying my reactions to his touch. When his hand finally landed on my thigh, I was almost shaking in anticipation of feeling him on my sex again.

  Agonizingly slowly, he spread my thighs apart and pressed his hand between them, finding first the soft folds of my sex and then my tight and throbbing clit.

  “You will remember to wait for your pleasure until I order it,” he growled, reminding me once again that down here he was the master and my role was to serve by submitting to him.

  It was so intensely arousing, that idea, that I was chained and bound and nothing was going to be my own decision. Everything was going to be for h
im.

  I nodded and that seemed to appease him as he began his tight circles around my clit once more. Except now it was not as easy as it had been just moments before. Now, instead of giving in to whatever pleasures his hand evoked, I had to fight them, ward them off until such time that he would command it.

  Glancing up at him, I saw that he was watching me. Watching whether I would obey his order and keep myself from climax until he bid it.

  I did not know if I could. As his fingers started moving faster, I felt the massive surge of pleasure rush from where he was touching and glow hotly inside every part of me. I felt it coming, like a massive wave from the ocean onto the shore that would swallow me whole. Just like an ocean wave, I felt powerless to stop it, but nonetheless I tried. I closed my eyes and tried to keep that swelling, looming feeling at bay.

  His fingers were moving frantically now, the sounds of my own wetness slapping against the bare stone walls of the room. The wave was closer but still I fought it, still I pressed against it, squeezing my eyes shut as if that might keep it from crashing over me.

  Then, just as I thought I could not hold out for another second, that I would disobey and disappoint my new master, I felt his warm breath on my cheek again and heard him speak.

  “Now. Come.”

  What a feeling it was to lose myself in such complete abandon. It felt as if I let go of my mind and only inhabited my body at that moment, as the wave of hot pleasure crashed onto me, sweeping me up and swallowing me into its blissful, hot darkness.

  I heard myself scream as the tendrils of pleasure tore through me up and down. I didn’t care. At that moment I wasn’t myself and I could only feel, not think.

  I don’t know by what way he kept me there, in that state for so long. It was as if the orgasm happened over and over again. Each pulse of it was a little weaker, but it kept me in that separated state until my body could not endure the clenching tension of it all and I felt my muscles grow weak.