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CH3
Once in the room, he removes the jacket and carefully hung it in the closet.
She relaxes for a second, her mind swimming in the events of the evening, and wondering what was to come next.
As he returns, he smacks her hard on the ass leaving a faint hand print.
"Do you know why I did that?" He questioned.
She paused a moment, trying to think of the answer he was looking for.
"Because I have misbehaved, Sir?"
SMACK - A new handprint starts to appear on her other cheek.
"Wrong, try again."
"Because I am yours to do with a you wish?"
"Close." He said as he hit her again.
"Because you know how hot it makes me?"
There was silence for a few seconds as she tensed up, waiting for another blow.
"Correct." He said, as she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Now, on to moew fun, Position A", Comes his booming voice, with a touch of smugness.
She quickly jumps and frantically tries to free her hands from the T shirt behind her back.
"Did I say you could take that off?"
"Now, lets try again." He said as he twisted the shirt, tightening it around her wrists.
"Position A."
She quickly dropped to the floor and wrestled with the shirt to get her hands past her ass. Now sitting on her butt, she pulled her legs through. She was thankful for her years of gymnastics as she jumped to her feet and put her hands behind her head. She got a little chill as the still damp T shirt rested on the back of her neck.
As she looked to him, awaiting some praise, her heart sane as she saw he wasn't smiling.
"One minute, Forty five." He announced.
"Not a good time at all. But, lets proceed."
"Over the course of the evening, you have earned several demerits. Now, because I am fair, I'm going to give you the opportunity to chose your punishments."
Pulling a deck of cards from his bag, he begins shuffling.
She stood there, patiently watching and waiting for him to finish, wondering what he had in store for her.
The seconds ticked by, and he continued to shuffle. This was almost as torturous as being spanked. Surely the were well shuffled many times over by now. She wanted to scream, "Just deal the damn cards already!"
Finally he came over to her and fanned out the cards.
"Pick 12 and stack them face down." He said, "These cards will determine your punishment."
"The number on the card will dictate how many strokes of the crop will land on your ass. Face cards are equal to 2 hits to your breasts, and the ace wil land on your cunt."
After she had made a neat pile on the bed, he flipped the first one.
Five of diamonds.
Her hands gripped the T shirt that held her wrists as she waited for the first blow.
He delivered 5 quick swats to her right cheek. Each one harder than the last. She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming.
She could only watch as he walked over to the bed and flipped the next card.
Nine of hearts.
She let out a small groan of disappointment and braced herself for the coming assault.
As the crop reined down on her ass she pulled hard on the T shirt gripped in her hands.
She wished she was fully restrained for this. Being made to stand and readily accept the punishment made it all the more humiliating.
How she loved pulling on her bonds. With her legs spread wide, she imagined that her ankles were bound and unable to move. As her mind wandered, she didn't even count the strokes and was a little surprised when he stopped.
Returning to the bed, he flipped all the cards and lined them up.
She could see him out of the corner of her eye and desperately wanted to look at the bed and see what the cards held for her.
He let out a chuckle, she tilted her head a little, trying to get a look at the bed.
"Would you like to see the cards? He asked.
"Yes, Master." She quickly replied.
"Very well. You have 30 seconds to memorize the remaining 10 cards. Then you will ask me for each punishment. If you make a mistake, we will start over."
She let out a small moan, knowing that this could turn out to be a very long and painful game.
"Go!" she shouted as he checked his watch.
She quickly spun around and focused on the cards.
"J, 7, 8, 3, A, K, 9, Q, 2, Q"
"J, 7, 8, 3, A, K, 9, Q, 2, Q"
"J, 7, 8, 3, A, K, 9, Q, 2, Q" She repeated over and over in her mind until he called for her to stop.
He pushed past her and picked up the cards, stacking them in order.
"Alright, my pet, what would you like me to do?'
She thought for a moment. What she really wanted was for him to throw her on the bed and fuck her silly. She thought for a moment, and said, "Jack… please crop my breasts 2 times, Sir."
He flipped the first card.
"Correct." He said as he brought the crop down on her right breast.
She closed her eyes as the crop struck with a loud smack. Involuntarily she flinched and turned away.
Hoping to avoid more wrath, she quickly returned to her position, presenting her breasts for the next stroke. This one landed equally hard on her left breast.
"Next!" he called.
She was continuously reciting the sequence in her mind, determined not to make a mistake.
"Seven." She called out, " Please crop my ass seven times."
"Very well, if that's what you really want." He said sarcastically.
This time he really laid into her. She had to struggle to keep from yelling out, but by the third stroke, she couldn't hold back her cries.
"Do I need to remind you to keep quiet?" he questioned.
The game continued through the next few cards as she recited the sequence in her head.
She dreaded what was to come next.
"Ace, please crop my pussy, Sir."
She closed her eyes and tensed her legs as he moved in front of her.
He made her wait a few seconds, the SMACK.
"OWW!, Damn that hurts!" she yelled as she clamped her legs together.
"I see we haven't learned to control our outbursts." He stated calmly.
She was still breathing hard as he pulled the ball gag into her mouth and buckled it behind her head.
After recovering from the smack to her pussy, she pleaded with sad eyes for him to remove the gag.
"Now, on with the game. What's the next card?" He said cheerily.
She knew it was a queen, but only muffled grunts came from behind the gag.
"What did you say? Ten of diamonds? I'm sorry, that's incorrect. We'll have to start over"
She shook her head in protest, but knew it wouldn't do any good.
"Now, what is the first card?' He asked, managing to keep a straight face.
As clearly as possible, she tried to say seven.
"Jack of diamonds?" he asked, pretending he could make out her muffled response.
"Well, ok." He said as he landed two quick blows to her breasts.
She protested loudly through the gag and tried to point to the pile of cards on the bed.
"What? The next card is a jack too? That doesn't seem likely, but, if that's what you want…"
She could only close her eyes as the crop again landed on her sore breasts.
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