Free A Condo with Two Views by Al Daltrey

brown wrapping
paper. At one point, I chuckled to myself. The way the package was
wrapped, it looked like I was trying to hide a rifle. Luckily,
everyone was preoccupied with their own errands and interests, and
no one paid me any heed.
    Back home, I laid out all three
instruments in a prominent spot on a desk in the den where the
punishment was to occur. I wanted her to see them as soon as she
walked in the room. This way, she would immediately know what was
in store for her defenseless skin.
    Once everything was set, I waited.
Ordinarily she arrived home between 5:20 and 5:40. By 5:15 I was
already waiting in the doorway of our condo, the door wide open. I
wanted her to walk down the hallway and find me waiting, ready to
lead the lamb to slaughter. I wasn’t waiting for longer than a few
minutes before I heard the elevator doors open and close from way
down the hall. Then I heard her high heels, click clicking her way
toward our home. And toward me.
    Her walk slowed as she noticed that our door was ajar. She
approached apprehensively, her steps now a shuffle. She craned her
neck and then saw me.
    “ Come.” I said, “You must be
whipped.”
    She nodded and taking a deep breath walked
toward me into our lair.
    I lightly kissed her while removing her
clothing, letting the garments fall on the floor just inside our
entranceway. She was trembling ever so slightly. I pulled back from
the kiss, and brushed her hair over her shoulders. We were both
aware that the door behind her was still open. While unlikely, at
any second someone could walk past the hallway and see my beautiful
wife’s ass. I reached over and with a flick, I closed the door.
Then I led my prey toward the den, which was perfectly lit. Evening
light cascaded in from a nearby window, and due to the blinds, it
created that magical zebra effect.
    “ Are you fearful?” I asked, as we
walked.
    “ Of course. Who wouldn’t be?”
    Once in the den, I heard her gasp. I
smiled. No doubt she just spotted my afternoon purchases. Chloe
didn’t pull away. She was a trooper. No matter what I had planned,
she would be a willing and eager submissive, happy to please her
Master.
    I used two short lengths of rough twine and
wrapped one around each of her wrists, and then pulled them up
toward the eye hooks in the ceiling. First her right wrist, and
then the left. I adjusted the twine to make it taut and then tied
it off.
    “ Are you comfortable?”
    “ I feel quite stretched, but I’m okay,” she
said.
    She was stretched. Her arms were pulled high above her head and
wide apart. Her perfect breasts would rise and fall with each
intake of breath. I pointed toward the three instruments, starting
with the School Master cane.
    “ Ten,” I said tapping the curved part of
the cane. “Twenty,” tapping the riding crop. “Thirty,” tapping on
the flogger. Then I smiled a devilish grin. “Let’s start with the
flogger, shall we?”
    Chloe didn’t answer. There was no point. It
was a rhetorical question. I took the flogger in hand.
    *SLASH* I used a backhand swing and slashed
her breasts with the flogger. Chloe yelped!
    *SLASH* *SLASH* I gave her two more strikes,
another strong backhand strike followed by a forehand.
    Over the next ten minutes I laid another
half-dozen strikes across her tits. In no time at all her chest was
pink, a deep shiny pink. The warm glow was getting more and more
painful.
    “ Ask for the next one,” I told
her.
    “ Please. Please Master, may I have another
one?”
    “ Another what, where?”
    “ Please Master, may I have a strike of the
flogger, directly…directly across my breasts?”
    I delivered in spades. I slashed her tits
as hard as I could with that deer skin flogger. Then I hit her
again. Then again. Her nipples were now standing at attention. Rock
hard. Two little pebbles atop two very pink hilltops.
    *SLASH!!!* *SLASH!!!* I didn’t let up. Each
swing of the flogger was as impactful as the previous one. No
mercy. The whipping of