My wrists were bound and my ankles were shackled to the wall, my pussy dripped with excitement! I was serving time with Mistress Whiplash, I was being punished for disobeying Mistress Faye. I had been a bad, bad girl and was about to get what I deserved. Naked and bound, I hung against the wall, waiting for my Mistress to enter her dungeon...

It was silent, except that could hear nothing but the heels of Mistress Whiplash clacking on the ground in the other room, she was taking her time, gathering her materials, making me sweat it out, I wondered what she was planning to do to me, her name says it all really.

As she pushed against the door my body tightened with excitement, my eyes lowered to see her little box of paddles and whips riding on the back of one of her other slaves - who incidentally was down on all fours with a collar, leash and nothing but a leather strap to hide his groin. She ordered him to put the box beside me and go stand in the corner like a good little lapdog. As he passed me I saw how red his asscheeks were and my face flushed, then she turned and looked at me.

Eyeing me up as if I were some piece of steak on her plate a fine resturant she walked in front of me, her fingers trailing up and down my body making my body ripple and shake before she'd even got to the fun part. Her hands fell down to my ass, my creamy round ass that wouldn't stay pale for very long. With a deviant smile she walked to her box and picked out her first instrument - a wooden paddle.

I stood there bracing myself, she'd have to unshackle me from the wall and put me somewhere. Picking up a chair she brought it closer to me and undid my chains. The rubber of her cat suit made soft squeaking noises as she sat down and ordered me to lay over her lap. She was going to spank me like a baby!

I did as I was told, not wanting to upset yet another Mistress. Naked and with my ankles still bound together I lay myself over her knees so that my head was down at her ankles and my ass was perched over her legs, in a perfect spot for whacking. She didn't waste any time and lifted her paddle up and spanked me gently, fast at first, tenderising my little ass. If she hit me too hard then it'd hurt more than she wanted it too and I'd be no use to her. Her lips curled with every crack of the paddle against my bare skin. Soon enough, my ass was a perfect shade of rose...Then she pulled out the crop.

This time I was ordered on all fours like her little puppy dog still standing in the corner not daring to move, the bulge overspilled his leather strap and I could tell that he was enjoying the show. As I got down on all fours Mistress Whiplash came up behind me and laid the crop against my ass before lifting it up and spanking me hard. These were slow, steady and hard cracks this time, everytime that crop hit my ass my pussy tightened and my nipples ached, the pain felt good, I wanted her to spank me more, to spank me harder.

The crop would be the final thing I felt tonight, with a few more strokes I was dripping wet and ready to cum, Mistress Whiplash saw to it however that there was no way I was getting to release tonight, I'd been a naughty girl and it was all about punishment for me and excitement for her.

Once the whipping had stopped I heard the zipper of her catsuit come undone and I felt her crawl beneath me, her face passed my pussy and she gave it a quick lick before settling down underneath me, her crotch beneath my face. She ordered me to eat her out and I didn't wait for a second command.

I dived my head down and ravaged her pussy, she was wet, but not wet enough for my liking. I swirled my tongue around and around, up and down and slipped my fingers inside her. She writhed on the floor underneath me and I felt her orgasm as she clung her legs around my neck. She lay there for just a second before getting up and picking up her clothes, and her puppy of course and walking out. On the way out she said I could bring myself off if I wanted, no second offer needed...As soon as I heard her walking away I dropped down to the floor and started to rub myself...I ought to be a bad girl more often.