The Training of Seda, Day Two

Seda kneels on the cold concrete of the Armory basement. Ropes bite her wrists behind her back. A leather collar tugs her head up. The man circles her once, crop in hand. He lands the first strike across her ass. She jerks, breath hissing through clenched teeth. Another blow follows, harder. Red lines bloom on pale skin. He tells her to count each one. She obeys. The numbers come out shaky. He switches the crop for his fingers, slick with lube. He works them into her ass while she struggles to stay balanced on her knees. She moans when he adds a third. He steps behind her, lines up, and pushes his cock in. No pause. She takes the stretch, the burn, the steady drive. He fucks her in short, mean strokes until she shakes. The ropes hold. Sweat runs down her spine. He pulls out, wipes his cock on her thigh, and starts the count again.