My ass was stinging from the application of "my" hairbrush on my helpless ass. Methodically, back and forth, with more and more force in each stroke being administered to me on each cheek. I was starting to squirm quite a bit as my Mistress held my cuffed hands out of her way so she had full access to continue to beat me. I can't say I wasn't enjoying it to some degree though, as my rock hard cock trapped beneath me grew harder and harder. If anything, my squeezed cock in between the panties I had on, made it feel sooooo erotic as I squirmed. I may be new to this as far as actual hands on punishment, but I had on many occasions thought about it. Now I was living out a fantasy I had always wanted. Suddenly, I realized the punishment had stopped. Mistresses leather hand started to caress my ass. I could feel the heat from my well beaten ass soothed some by her gently touching me. "You like being punished, don't you slave? I'm sure you do, otherwise you wouldn't have caressed your cock a second time after I told you to leave it alone. Sooooo, you must have wanted to be punished. Severely"!!!!! Again, the hairbrush came down upon me. After the brief reprieve, it now hurt twice as much to have her continue. I was now beginning to learn the skill level of my captor. Stopping and caressing me, she was only getting me to relax and let my guard down, so she could attack with a renewed vengence on me. The sting was even more intense, and I cried out in pain. Over my screams, I heard her sadistic chuckle, and knew she was enjoying my torment completely. Again she stopped and caressed me. Only to start up again. This went on for an unknown time by me personally. I was definitely starting to worry a bit more about my predicament now. Realizing for the first time, I could be in serious trouble. No one knew I was in here, and she had advised me how well she had planned this out. Knowing my neighbors could not hear a thing, she had free rein to do whatever her twisted mind could come up with. I shivered as this thought fully planted itself in my mind. My shiver pleased her. "Are you cold slave? Maybe we need to try something a bit better at warming you up"? With that, she dragged me across the bed and then across her lap. Now she had an even better angle to apply my hairbrush to my powerless ass. Laying across her leather thighs was sensual and stimulating and as she continued to punish my ass, my cock was jumping against the tight leather. The more I shifted, the more I was making it easier for her to strike at me. Suddenly, she stopped again. The leather hands began to caress me again. I was sweating in earnest now, and couldn't remain still because of the contact with her leather. My cock was loving it. "Your enjoying yourself a bit too much I think slave. I can feel your hard cock against my leather and its telling me, you might be getting a bit too aroused". She stood and unceremoniously dumped me to the floor. I landed with a thud and was immediately picked up by my shackled hands and leaned over the bed.
As I lay there, the silence was disorienting me even further as I wondered what could possibly be coming next. It didn't take long to find out. I screamed as the scorching heat of wax landed upon my well beaten ass. "Its beeswax slave. Quite an intense feeling isn't it? Its tough not knowing when and where it is going to touch you next, isn't it"? "Yes Mistress", I barely could say. I again was trying to move around and avoid this new pain that was being applied to me, but this just caused her to laugh again sadistically right into my ear, and continue to now move around with the application of wax. The tender part of the inside of my thighs, on my back, up and down my legs, on my feet, and back upon my ass again which she had moved my panties out of her way to have access too. I wimpered continuously now. My squirming had slowed some though as she had grabbed my cuffed hands and held me firmly in place so she could gather my panties into a bunch in my ass and expose more of my tender ass to her. She had spanked my ass thru the panties and moved the panties a little out of the way previously, but now she wanted full access to me. The pain began again. All over my ass. Back down my thighs, and then I was swiftly rolled over onto my back and had my legs swung around so I was laying out in full view for her. OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOO, I thought....She now covered my chest, the inside of my legs, the top of my feet, and then she stopped. I laid quietly thinking this part was over, when she abruptly worked my panties down to expose my cock and balls to her. I was more terrified then ever, but didn't move a bit. I felt her hot breath on my exposed cock. I couldn't believe how close her mouth was to me. I felt my cock jump up involuntarily in
hopes of touching her lips. Then, the wax spilled upon my balls and brought louder screams from me. Her leather hand grabbed my cock and moved it out of her way, and took advantage of the freedom to completely cover my balls. I ached more then I had ever ached in my life. I was nearing delirium from the pain. Then, the panties were moved back up and over my cock. I was pulled towards her and rolled over once again with my ass at her mercy again. Silence again took over.
This time she left me laying like this for what seemed like half an hour, but I am sure was only a few minutes at best. Then I felt a cool liquid dripped upon my ass. I jumped from the sudden change in temperature. I heard her throaty chuckle once again. She used her leather hand to smooth the cool liquid over my steaming ass. "I bet you think I am being kind to you, huh slave? Actually, this is more wicked punishment for you. How and why, I bet you are wondering"? Then, I found out in full force what she was talking about. Wham!!! Wham!!! Wham!!! I didn't know what it was, but it hurt like hell, as something came down upon my ass with extreme force once again. "Its a crop slave, in case you were wondering". Except now she was not as centered on my ass. She worked my back, thighs, legs, feet, and only once in a few strokes actually went back on my ass. When they did though, I felt them more then anything else because of the cool liquid she had applied to me. It stung sharply and I was once again, crying out in pain. Then the pain changed again. Something even worse, although I couldn't imagine it was possible if I wasn't living it, started in on my ass. "A cat-of-nine hurts quite a bit more doesn't it slave", she hissed right into my ear. I nodded as she ripped into my ass over and over with it. I didn't think she could cause sooooo much pain, but she was obviously well skilled in delivering pain in many forms. She painstakingly and precision like, cut into my ass over and over with the whip. For every ten strokes, don't ask me why but for some reason I started counting them, she would caress me with her gloved hands, and then apply another ten. My ass was raw now. I could feel the heat boiling from it. I bet you could have cooked an egg on it, similar to the suggestion of being able to do so on hot pavement in 90* temperatures of course. I got to fifty before she finally stopped for awhile. "I'm kind of thirsty slave. I'll be right back, and if your lucky, I might spit some water into your mouth as your prolly a bit parched also". Laughing at her own joke softly, she then silently left the room.