"Tell me!" She demanded. "Tell me your failing this time."

The servant grunted his reply, clenching his teeth to try to bear the excruciating pain in his member. "I broke a glass Madam."

Arabella walked back and forth behind him, her heels striking the wooden floor noisily and threateningly as it echoed in the room.

"You did indeed," she stated firmly. "And what is the punishment for failure?"

"Six lashes Madam," came the grunted reply.

He screamed loudly as the crop stung his bare buttocks; a savage lash that almost tipped his balance. The servant murmured his agony as the stripe of red-hot pain burned deep into his soft flesh.

"Not six!" Arabella screeched angrily. "I tire of your constant mishaps - twelve! Twelve lashes and I hope you will learn from it this time."

"Oh God," the servant mumbled and braced himself.

Arabella's voice was soft and mocking, she bent close to his ear to say the words.
"He can't help you now, you will suffer for your clumsiness."

She stepped back away from him, raised the crop high above her shoulder and brought it down hard on his buttocks. Scream after scream reverberated around the gym as Madam laid the lashes on him. In a furious assault of sheer anger she swung the crop again and again. Arabella grunted with pleasure at each stroke she gave him, the satisfying smack of leather on his bare body and the pulling of the strap between her legs. It drove her to higher and higher planes of arousal that brought her close to the brink of orgasm itself. She paused, panting hard and composing herself to allow her rising orgasm to subside.

His white flesh was stained; wide red stripes raised welts on his backside, deeply coloured bruising that bore testament to the savagery of the beating. He was murmuring incoherently in his agony, struggling now to maintain his upright stance and in imminent danger of falling.

Madam released the cord attached to his cock; a great and grateful sigh of relief came from him as she did so. She freed too his hands, allowing the numbed limbs to fall uselessly to his sides.

"Down!" She barked in command. "Down on all fours."

The man was confused and dazed, the stinging pain still rushing through his body and mind. Another hard lash of the crop across his back helped urge him into the required position.

Madam straddled him, sitting astride his back in a riding position; her erect clitoris located against the hard bone of his spine. She began jerking her hips, rubbing herself against him. His warm body gripped between her thighs and her wet, open pussy pressing down on his skin. Arabella rode him frantically, gripping his hair as reins for purchase as she took her pleasure. Her back was arched, her chest out, her head fell back and she grunted with each urgent thrust of her body. Faster and faster she spurred him with her hips, her hard clitoris sensing the wonderful feel of him on her intimate parts.

She dug her long heels back painfully into his thighs as her passion mounted. She was lost in a world of frantic pounding desire as her hips jerked wildly to bring herself off. Rubbing herself violently on his skin she came to her peak.

His head was yanked back cruelly as she came, her mouth opening to emit a low and long wailing of deep satisfaction. Arabella's thighs gripped vice-like around his body to crush the breath from him. She rode on, savouring every last blissful sensation before dismounting to lay on the floor murmuring softly in pleasure.

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