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Subject: {ASSM} The Arrangement, m/f, sm
Date: Wed,  4 Apr 2001 20:10:04 -0400
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WARNING: This story is a work of fiction and not to be read by person(s) 
under the age of 21. Continuing on, assumes you are over 21, and will not 
present/show this to any minors. This work having been posted to the 
newsgroups is considered copyrighted from the author. Please do not 
republish, copy, or post without prior consent of the author. Copyright 
MasterKink, 2001. Other stories are posted at my site:
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MastrKink 

This story is curently featured in this month's R.O.S.E. Project newsletter
which can be found at this url:
http://www.aslaveslove.com/rose/vol_7_frontpage.html


The Arrangement 

I walk across the lobby of the hotel and ask the clerk if there was an envelope

with my name on it. Sure enough, I can feel the outline of a room card inside
of it and as I tear it open, there's a room number scrawled on the inside.  I
had been doubtful if she would really follow through on her part.

As the elevator rises to my floor, I'm thinking calm thoughts of what will
happen in the next few minutes. I'm hoping that she has followed my
instructions and isn't too afraid.

But she had been very specific in her wants as well. Not that I was that
surprised anymore. Everyone had different wants and needs. She had been very
specific on the no sex part. 

She had told me that she had been unable to find a suitable partner at her
school to fulfill this fantasy for her. She had long wanted to know the feeling
of sitting long hours in her college classes feeling the soreness and stinging
that a solid whipping would leave on her skin. 

Sounded simple enough to me so I said, sure, I'll do it.

The door lock clicks as I slide the card out and I open the door wide to cast
some light inside the darkened room and I can get my bearing. I step inside and
close the door, waiting for my eyes to adjust. 

I then walk over to the bathroom, closing the door almost shut, leaving just
enough space for my arm to slip in and turn the light on, casting just enough
illumination inside the room so I can see her form lying on the bed. 

She had followed my instructions to the letter. Nude, hands and legs fastened
to the bed, lying face down, spread-eagled, with a hood covering her head
completely so I can't tell anything about her. 

The effect is perfect, so helpless and naked. A slave waiting for her Master 
to complete her punishment. She has a very pretty shape. A nice proud ass, the
kind one always said just begged for a spanking. It was going to get more than
that tonight.

I walk over and lightly run my hands across her soft body, feeling the
silkiness of her skin, watching the rise and fall of her ribs as her breath
rate increases, as she fully understands the position she's put herself in. 

And wanting it! 

I take a moment to refasten all the restraints so she can't possibly move. 

And as I do so, I pause a moment to run my fingers down into her crotch to
check and see. She immediately tenses and squirms away. Yep, nice and wet!

As my eyes move around the room, I spot the whip over in the corner, leaning 
against the wall. I couldn't believe that she actually owned one of these. 

It's a buggy whip, shorter than I expected, a little over six feet long. I pick
it up and admire it's suppleness and flexibility. I swish it around the room
and over her body. I see her tense in anticipation and flinch when I come too
close to hitting her. 

But no, I lightly use the soft, little round tip, to gently caress her skin
around her ass and legs, causing a muffled giggle as it touches the soles of
her feet. Slowly, I run it up her back and down again. 

I begin to flick it against the mattress, making light smacking sounds as I get
used to the heft and weight of it. It's easier to control than I thought,
taking only a slight flick of the wrist to make it go where I want. 

Without warning, it lands on her pretty ass. I hear a light yelp as it does,
then slowly and persistently, I continue, moving around her ass, legs and back,
gently and not very hard at first, then strong enough to hear a satisfying
smack when it lands, and the thin red mark that it leaves behind. 

I watch as she squirms and wriggles around trying in vain to escape the pain
she's beginning to feel, and finally, I'm bringing my arm all the way back on
every swing, hearing the lovely swish as it moves through the air before
striking the flesh of my willing victim. 

She's moaning by now and fighting her bonds hard. But she had told me to ignore
any pleas to stop and continue with her punishment no matter what.

It seems far too short a time for me and yet must have been an eternity for
her, but I stop as I realize that her back, ass and thighs are a crisscross of
welts and slight cuts from my efforts. She's had enough for this time. 

I sit on the edge of the bed and again run my hand across her skin. It feels
much different this time, hot and feverish, with even a few spots of blood,
which I gently dab and use to make my mark, MK on her pretty fanny. 

I pick up the lotion on the night stand and gently rub it on her, feeling the
trembling of her body as it settles down from the high she had reached during
the whipping. 

Once she has settled down into a normal breathing rhythm, I stand up and reach
over to unfasten one of her wrists so she can free herself. 

Immediately, the free hand grabs my arm and tugs at me. She murmurs for me not
to leave just yet. But I whisper that wasn't part of the agreement, and I
gently pull loose.and move to the door. 

As I open it and glance back, her free arm is underneath her and I see her hips
buck and squirm as her fingers dig at her crotch to seek release. 

I smile and pull the door shut behind me. 


MasterKink 
"The pain in pleasure often becomes the pleasure of pain." 

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