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The parcel had arrived three days ago. She had recognised his handwriting. Marked clearly on the wrapping was today's date and a time, seven thirty pm. Only twenty minutes and she could open it. It was the first time she had received a communication from him that required opening during the week. Normally he had use for her during the weekend.  This was different, a change of routine.

At the appointed time she opened the parcel. Inside were a riding crop and a leather whip. The whip consisted of a six-inch solid leather handle and six thin nine-inch tails. There was also a note, it read.

I want you disciplined. At 8.00pm whip yourself. You will continue to whip yourself for exactly fifteen minutes. You are doing this on my behalf. Show yourself no mercy you deserve none. She undressed, trying to focus on the task ahead. She had learnt to take his beatings, to welcome his pain, to open herself up to his violence. But now he wanted more. He wanted her to administer her own beating. She needed to focus. He had asked something of her and she must respond give him what he asked.  She must plan. She had 15 minutes. She must concentrate on those parts of her body that were most tender, where the pain would be most acute. She developed her plan of attack and focused her mind on her submission.

As her clock reached eight she was ready. She aimed the crop at her left nipple and tried to impart all her energy into the blow. The pain was acute but she repeated the action until her breast was covered in red tramlines. She moved on, focusing next on the inside of her thigh crisscrossing it with bright red wheals that she tried to match on her right thigh.  She cursed her right-handiness, which became more of a handicap as she moved her focus to her right breast. She dropped to her knees, leant forward, her feet rising of the ground and twisting she unleashed the crop on the sole of first one foot and then the other. Glancing at the clock she saw she was still on schedule. She repeated her first assault this time using the whip. The tails sailed through the air biting into her flesh. She was applying herself to her task with a passion and an energy a spectator could not helped but admire.  But she was unwatched.

She returned to the crop, she had saved this bit to last, she raised it in the air with her right hand as her left hand moved between her parted legs, her fingers opened up her sex exposing and presenting her clitoris to the descending whip. She had done well, the blow landed directly where it was intended and she felt herself go faint.  She forced herself to refocus, bring the crop down harshly on first her left calf and then on her right calf before her left hand once again opened her up and her right hand unmercilessly launched the crop at its target. As she lost consciousness the clock reached 8.15pm

Her phone almost immediately woke her up. It was him.
‘put your rain coat on, nothing else and walk towards the High street’ he hung up without waiting for her to answer. She stood up, aware of the pain as she tried to walk. She must focus; walk properly, accept the pain. She slipped on her raincoat, buttoning it up. Started to slip her shoes on when she remembered his words. Shoes were something – he had said nothing. She kicked them away and left the house barefoot.

As she walked she noticed she was attracting attention, she was conscious of her nakedness beneath her coat but it was not this but her tear stained face that stood out. She had not noticed her own tears.  Almost exactly halfway between her flat and the High Street a large black car with dark windows pulled over. A man she had never before seen got out and walked towards her. The man opened the rear door and nodded to her.  She got it. In the back seat was the man for whom she had just flagellated herself. He asked her to remove her coat. The driver had returned to his seat and the car was now moving again. She glanced up and caught his eye in the mirror. He smiled but she detected no sympathy in his grin. She was sitting as she had been taught, her arms behind her, her legs apart, exposed and available. The man next to her examined her first with his eyes and then his fingers. Her marks pleased him, her swollen and bruised sex delighted him. He lifted her head to his, his eyes smiling, as their lips touched his finger and thumb found her clitoris and as they kissed he squeezed it tightly.

He moved away.
‘Put on your coat’ he ordered her. No sooner had she done this than the car had stopped. ‘You have performed satisfactorily’ he advised her before adding ‘don’t be late for bed.’ The driver opened her door, she was outside her house, she was finished with. It was ten to nine. She had ten minutes to be in bed. She would not want to disrupt the routine he had imposed on her.