Julie Waited Ch. 01

Julie told herself she could get through this if she could determine when the blows were coming. She promised herself a shopping spree and possibly those new shoes she had being eyeing... the really expensive ones... for enduring this ordeal. In her mind she promised to trust the Master from now on, if He would just be gentle with her now. Unfortunately, that vow would remain unstated. She was gagged and had no way of transmitting that message.

The waiting was painful. Not painful like before. Before it was simply sore muscles and lack of movement that caused a slight discomfort. This was painful in a totally different way. This pain was caused by her own mind. The anticipation, and at the same time, the not-knowing caused a wave of sadness and depression to wash over her. Julie had no way of knowing this but the Second closed her eyes unable to watch. The Master just stood there breathing.

"Why doesn't he do it already?" Julie wondered. "Why doesn't he just get it over with?" The waiting was killing her and she found herself wishing for what she had only moments ago dreaded.

The Master moved. Julie winced but no blow came. The Master crouched by Julie's head and whispered into her ear. While he talked he gently caressed her cheek. The Master told her that this was painful for him as well... that he really didn't like having to punish her. His hand moved to one of her arms that was framing her face. It followed a line down the underside of her arms, through her armpit, continued down her side and stopped at her hips. Julie shuttered at the touch. It was a gentle and delicious caress that teetered on the verge of a tickle as it passed her underarms. Like the rush one gets at the sudden and brief experience of zero "G" on a roller coaster, Julie prayed for it to stop then just as quickly desired it again.

The Master began to caress Julie's bottom. He kneaded and massaged it. Instinctively Julie began to rock her hips enjoying the sensation. His hand slowly roamed and freely covered her entire buttock. It found, then traced the fold at the top of the leg where the leg meets the buttocks to its natural well-spring. It inched closer to, but never quite reached her golden zone, but instead settled on the space between the anus and the vagina. He ever so gently stroked this place all the while talking about how strong she was, how she could get through this, and how it would make her stronger in the long run.

Julie arched her hips and pressed against his hand. While the words sounded nice, on some level, Julie couldn't quite force herself to believe them. He couldn't be planning something so wicked while he actually did something so nice could he? And if he really didn't want to... he could simply choose not to. There seemed to be a certain hypocrisy in his words... the same feeling that a child gets when a parent or teacher is forced to proffer corporal punishment.

On this same level, Julie felt like this little girl. She felt 8 years old again. She was powerless, overwhelmed and she didn't quite understand all the decisions that were being made for her supposedly for her benefit. This feeling alone left her uneasy. She wasn't that lost little girl anymore and she had the battle scars to prove it. And while this whole experience was new to her, and an area of her soul that she was just, or finally, beginning to explore, she decided that as much control as she had voluntarily given away, she had to reclaim it again. Ultimately... that was why she was here in the first place.

By now, Julie had accepted her fate and lay there proudly, almost defiantly daring him to do his worst. He was going to do this or he wasn't. Whatever he chose to do was his decision but how she chose to deal with it was her decision. He might be able to mandate her behaviour, but he could not mandate who or what she was, or how she dealt with whatever he did. That was her decision and hers alone. He could not control her thoughts.

That knowledge gave her strength. And it was a good thing too, because she was going to need every ounce of it.

The Master stepped back and laid one end of his crop across Julie's backside. It rested there for a few minutes while he repositioned his feet to give himself better balance and to measure his stroke. Much like a golfer lining up for a shot, he had to make sure he was at the optimum distance to get the most power from his swing. He raised his crop high above his head and brought it down slowly. He was taking a practice swing, checking that he had enough ceiling height and that nothing would interfere.

"Melisa," he said over his shoulder, "Would you be ever so kind as to find us some ice?" The Second immediately jumped up, grabbed the ice bucket and left the room.

The Master slowly raised his crop one last time... waited for a few seconds... then brought it down... hard.

"CHRIST" was the thought that went through Julie's head as every muscle in her body tightened. It was an automatic response. Her hands and arms clenched, as did her legs and buttocks, and her jaw. Beneath the blindfold her eyes opened wide in complete surprise. Her chest tightened so hard she physically stopped breathing. Searing pain exploded across her bottom. Five seconds later the pain was still building. Julie would have screamed but she had no breath with which to do so. "HOLY – CHRIST" she reiterated to herself as finally, the immense sting started to dissipate. At last Julie exhaled then deeply inhaled taking a cleansing breath.

The Master reached forward with his left hand and gently caressed Julie's rear. His middle finger traced the rising welt as he admired his handiwork. Julie flinched at his touch but she craved his touch as much as she feared it. The skin across her backside was incredibly tender but as soft and gentle as his touch was; it was not without a slight tingling as well.

"Nice," He said aloud, but mostly to himself.

"Again!" he declared stepping back and preparing to strike. Julie took three quick shallow breaths through her clenched teeth and one deep breath which she held. She closed her eyes tightly preparing herself for the fresh pain.

WHACK, WHACK came the blows in quick succession. Again, Julie's whole body shuddered as she bore through it. Her eyes teared up and her butt felt like it was on fire. It burned with heat as if touched by a red hot poker. She bit down hard on her gag and was thankful for it.

The Master turned and looked at the First kneeling in the centre of the room. She was staring, transfixed. He watched her as he reached out to again caress Julie's ass. The First noticeably flinched as he made contact with the new rising welts.

The door opened and in walked the Second with a full ice bucket. She set it down within easy reach of the Master, then returned to her space beside the First and kneeled.

The Master let his caresses wander further afield than just her buttock. He let his nails ever so gently drag up and around her back, down her side, her leg, across and back up the inside of her thigh. When he got to the top of the thigh, he gently parted the lips, and continued up tracing the crack until it again met the expanding redness running perpendicular to his direction of travel. He felt the growing wetness on his fingers. He saw and felt a wave of goose-flesh wash over Julie's body closely following the path of his hand. He brought his hand to his face and first smelled, then tasted his fingers.

"Methinks that someone is enjoying this just a little more than they are supposed to." He said with the hint of a mischievous grin. "I can fix that." Without warning the Master stepped back and quickly let loose a deluge of devastating blows.

WHACK, WHACK, WHACK

Julie, without the chance to steel herself against the pain, let out a muffled cry. It was more of a grunt than a cry; an involuntary knee-jerk reaction mostly caused by the surprise. Julie cursed herself just the same. She had already made up her mind to suffer this ordeal on her own terms, not His, and to her, showing any kind of distress or weakness was not something she wanted to do.

The First started to tear up and turned her head away. The Second saw this and held out her arms. They hugged each other for mutual support. Because of a now shared past experience, they were vicariously suffering the same as Julie.

The Master turned and started to slowly pace. He was twisting, stretching and loosening his neck and shoulders much like an Olympic athlete just prior to competition. He glanced over his shoulder and saw the distress that the maids were in, then looked at Julie and saw that she was still straining at her bindings. Obviously the pain had not subsided yet. He smiled. Pausing just a little and acting just a little condescendingly, with a wave of his hand he allowed the maids to go to Julie's aid. Instantly they leaped up and ran to her. The First ran straight to the other side of the bed and kneeled down close to where Julie's head and outstretched arms where. She grabbed Julie's left hand with both of hers and brought her head down so that their foreheads touched. The Second grabbed the ice bucket and immediately started to sooth Julie's flaming redness. It was already starting to bruise and showed marks that looked like little tiny bolts of lightning radiating out from the points of impact. The Second could feel the heat emanating from the glowing red.

The Master was still pacing obviously enjoying his handiwork. "That was three. The next will be four. We'll be going to six today."

"SIX?" thought Julie... she was only half done? Less when you consider the cumulative nature of his beatings. That meant that while there were only three more "events" to endure, there were still 15 more actual blows. She had only received six and her ass was already on fire. She was less than 1/3rd of the way through. "How could she possibly endure this?" she wondered. According to their contract, there was no "safe word" for this encounter. Julie was starting to wonder if she'd gotten in over her head. How well did she know the Master... really?

Julie had only been intimate with the Master three times previous to this. While on a Mexican holiday, they had met and eventually had had sex, but it was more recreational than a deep emotional commitment. It was on their second encounter that they started to discuss each of their needs and wants. It was also the first time in her life Julie had allowed herself to be tied up. It didn't matter that it was also the first time in her life that the opportunity presented itself. It was pretty mild, even by her standards. Really only a token tying-of-the-hands-behind-her-back, and she could have gotten out any time she wanted if the need ever arose, but it had been her first exposure to anything related to bondage. Surprisingly, although she had no idea why, she had found the idea of it rather exciting. More than anything it was still just a promise of what might be possible. The third... that was different. During the third encounter, much like now, she had been totally incapacitated; securely tied and gaged. He could have done anything he had wanted then and she would have been powerless to stop him. It was the first time in her life she had been totally without control, at someone else's mercy, powerless. He had given her a "safe-word" but she never came remotely close to using it, or needing it. He didn't even spank her. As helpless as she was, all the Master had done was caress, massage, stimulate and lightly tickle. He had brought her to an extremely satisfying orgasm. It was after this encounter that they had had that friendly little argument over "serving vs. being served," and he had challenged her into accepting the terms of their contract.

Normally, she excels at negotiation, but she remembered feeling totally lost during this particular negotiation. The main reason for this was her total inexperience in this area of her sexuality; her own desires. She knew that there was something missing in her life, but she had no idea what it was. He had promised to show her the way. Yes, it was stated that he was entitled to administer up to three (3) such punishments where any safe-word was null and void for the duration of the event, but no timeline had been agreed to and she had just assumed that this wouldn't happen till way in the future if at all. Her vacation would eventually end and she had no idea if she would even see him again after that. At the time, she had wondered about that little "no safe-word" caveat. She hadn't even thought of the concept of a safe word until he had given her one. But why even give a safe word, then take it away the first time you might need it? It just seemed funny to her. He appeared to have so much more experience than she did, she just assumed that it was normal for others in this lifestyle. She now wondered if she had made a serious mistake.

These pangs of doubt led to real fear. She suddenly realized that she really didn't know anyone else in the room. She was the one tied up and helpless, and she had no idea who any of these people were. That started to really scare her.

Number four took a decidedly different approach. It started off with the Master removing her blindfold.

"I want you to see this coming." He said.

He then took a position not at her side as he was before, but behind her, and between her bound legs. Through the corner of her eye Julie watched him lining up and taking his practice swings as before squarely targeting the individual cheeks of her buttocks. With her hips on the stacked pillow as they were, it made for the most inviting and accessible target. But when the blows finally came (and there were indeed four of them) he had stepped slightly back at the last minute. The result of this small step was that the blows missed her buttock completely and instead landed squarely on her pussy, and he only made contact with the leather tab at the end of the crop instead of the body of the crop itself.

The end effect was four stinging slaps delivered to a highly targeted and extremely intimate part of her anatomy rather than the expected mind numbing pain explosions spread out across the largest muscle in the human body. It was like being "snapped" with an elastic band but was still very effective. Julie was not used to this kind of treatment to an area of her person that was so private... so intimate. It totally surprised her. The new sensations rippled through her privates adding excitement and dare she say it; danger. And coupled with the realization that she did NOT have to endure what she had been preparing for, Julie actually experienced a mild sense of euphoria. This time, the gasp that escaped her lips was one of pleasure. A full body flush washed over her and it was noticed by both the First and the Second. Partly because they had been sharing her pain, they also vicariously shared this little piece of pleasure.

Julie didn't know it, but the body has an extremely complex and lightning fast reaction to pain. Some of these responses include dilation of the pupils, changes to blood pressure and heart rate, changes to ones breathing, and changes to one's skin and body temperature. Since many of these are of the same physical reactions we have for joy and pleasure, sometimes the body can be fooled.

In addition to these outward responses, there are inward responses too. Various chemicals are released to numb the pain and/or distract our mind from it. The beating she had just taken on her backside had released a flood of the very powerful "feel-good" endorphins into her blood stream. The trick is to stimulate the endorphins using pain, and then swap the sensations for pleasure before the body knows what's happened. It's the classic "Bait & Switch" and the Master was very good at it.

Round five started with the traditional practice swings but this time lining up right on Julie's pussy again. She knew what to expect, or so she thought, and she was actually looking forward to it. The first four real swings did in fact land smack on the lips covering Julie's clitoris, but the last one landed squarely, and with extra weight and force, on Julie's right buttocks. She came on the spot.

As much as Julie had promised herself not to show any outward signs or give any indication whatsoever of her reactions to the punishment she was receiving, there was no mistaking her orgasm. It wasn't particularly large or earth shattering, but it was an orgasm, and as soon as it started, the Second reached over and started massaging Julie's clit. She was certainly wet enough, and the extra rubbing and caressing was enough to simply extend the sensation into a warm and delicious experience. But as nice as this sensation was, this orgasm aroused more than it sated. Julie was now extremely turned on, and she could not wait for the last six blows to be over with. She welcomed them and she didn't even care if they came, all six harder than ever, across her already enflamed backside. There was no steeling herself to the pain any more, no deep breath, no mental psych-out required. She was ready and hoping that with the punishment out of the way, the Master would free her then fuck her silly. That's what she thought this was all leading to, it's what she wanted, and she wanted it right now. The remaining six blows were not of importance anymore, they were just something inconsequential to be finished with, and the sooner the better.

Julie worked to adjust the gag so it wouldn't interfere with her speaking. The first works spoken were, "Thank you sir... may I have another?" This time it was the Master who appeared surprised.

"Another...? Another what? Another spanking or another orgasm?"

It was an honest question yet for some reason, that struck Julie as funny and she started to giggle. She had been thinking of the spanking but another orgasm would be just fine with her as well. Julie opened her mouth to speak... then couldn't decide what to say. The Master had asked a question and both alternatives would have been acceptable. She stammered for a response. If she chose one, would that by default negate the other? She had thought that finishing the spanking would naturally lead to the next activity and hence, another orgasm, but there was nothing that said that was necessarily true. If she chose orgasm, would he think she wasn't strong enough to finish the spanking? And while it really didn't matter to her if she received the last six blows or not, having him THINK she wasn't strong enough to accept them was something she absolutely did not want to give the impression of.

She then thought of him... of what he must be thinking. He had asked a question and she was taking way too long to answer. From what little she knew about him, apparently that was not something you ever wanted to do with the Master especially in light of the contract they were currently operating under.

She tried to picture him and his response. In her mind she became that third party viewer again, surveying the room from somewhere up in the corner. That's when she got an image in her mind of what she must look like as well. Bound up, blindfolded, ass in the air, welt covered, mouth hanging open. The image made her giggle even more. The laughter was becoming contagious and both the First and the Second started to smile and exchange knowing glances.

Julie fought to come up with something to say... anything really. She finally answered. She simply said "Yes" then promptly broke into laughter.

She tried to stifle it but it was too late. The First and Second were also fighting to stifle laughter.

"Silence... all of you!" demanded the Master. "Or would you both like to share Julie's fate?" he asked addressing the maids. They dutifully lowered their heads and pursed their lips trying to stop the giggling. They stole sideways glances at each other. Again, it was a simple, almost rhetorical question, and under a normal circumstance, it wouldn't have required an answer. But this was far from normal circumstances.