The last thing you can remember was the wine, and how it went to your head so quickly. But now, as you wake there's something wrong. Very wrong. Where is this? You are captured within a strange device made of steel pipes bolted to the floor. It is a series of clamps that hold you completely immobile. Cold metal holds you down at the ankles and wrists. The wood under your hands and knees is rough and hard. As you try to look around the room, you see that there's is really no escape from this place. As you come to realize your predicament, fear wells up inside you and you struggle. Soon, though, you lie still; your struggling served only to illustrate just how helpless you really are. Alone. In this room there will be no escape today, whatever may come . .
There is a large table with a collection of Whips, canes, belts, and paddles, as well as other toys. An old fashioned caning bench stands along the short wall. In the center is a steel device holding you, your barely clothed body caught it its unforgiving clutches. Helpless. Anything could happen here and there would be no stopping it. Your spirit could be broken in this room. The cold air and metal restraints make you shiver. So bare; so powerless. My footsteps grow louder in the hall.
As I enter I can see your head drop. You knew what was to happen, and you knew why. On yesterday's ride, you were petulant. You chose a short light skirt that was far too revealing. Your behavior was also quite unsatisfactory. Your laughter drew attention and leering stares from many who were with us. You could see me growing more and more angry. You didn't seem to care; you just wanted to tease and flirt, so you flaunted yourself without shame. I decided not to speak to you right then. I shouldn't need to; you could read the growing anger on my face. But you chose to continue. As you wish . . .
Lesson Three: the single tailed whip.
Without a word, I walk to the table and choose a coiled single tailed whip. I walk slowly around you as you lay locked in the device, allowing you to watch as I uncoil the whip. I test it harmlessly in the air, then snap it loudly. The crack makes you jump. You wonder could this be more than you could take ? No way to stop what was next.