I trembled as he placed a collar around my neck. He led me down the hall to a suite that seemed to be twice the size of the one we had just left. I was feeling a bit overwhelmed, but I was also very eager for anything and everything that had been happening.

After closing the door, Chuck turned to me and asked me if I had fun being a "mouth-whore". I opened my mouth to answer him only to realize as he kept talking that he really didn't want an answer.

I listened intently to him; "Tonight will be a study in obedience, in tolerance of a Dom's wishes, and in choices. We will start with a little something to warm you up, then move along. One of my favorite tools for teaching a slut is a tawse, just like those used on English schoolgirls. You will remove the collar and bend over the desk there, as would a naughty schoolgirl. Typical punishment for a girl would be 4 or 6... but you are far older than a grade-school child, and have far more padding. Assume the position for 20; you will count out loud for ALL punishments unless gagged, you will request the next stroke 'if my Master wishes'. I may go more than the promised amount if you take it poorly. You may not rub until I allow it, if I do. And you will not move from the assigned position until permitted. This IS a test; can you do this, hold the position without bonds and without cumming? Take your place."

I walked over to the large mahogany desk and bent over, placing my forearms on the smooth, cold surface. Taking a deep breath, I prepared myself to respond as Chuck wanted me to.

WACK! "One! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "Two! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "Three! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"
WACK! "Four! Thank you sir! May I have another if my master wishes?"

This continued until he had reached twenty strokes with the tawse. Although he had not told me to thank him for the strokes, I felt it appropriate to do so and hoped he wasn't angry at me for it. I desperately wanted to place my cool hands on my burning ass and ease the ache. The tawse had a different feel to anything Jan had used on me. It was more 'slappy' rather than stingy, but had more of a bite than a bare hand. Kind of like a cross between a bare hand and the crop I thought to myself.

My pussy was once again thrumming with need, and my face turned red at the knowledge that I was so easily turned on by this.