(A short aside for Beth's first whipping and it's origin story.)

The fact was, she was so excited by the prospect of having her first real whipping, something she had fantasized about since she was a little girl.

At some point she had been watching a swashbuckling pirate movie with her family and watched the beautiful heroine get bound to a mast and have the back of her blouse ripped open to her waist.

Unfortunately the camera angle moved to her face so that the whipping wasn’t seen. But the sounds and the expressions on the actress' face painted such a vivid picture that the adolescent Beth was entranced.

She was glad it was dark so that her brother and parents couldn’t see her squirm as she pictured herself tied to the mast in the woman’s place.

She was sure that the juices she felt must be visible on the front of her white shorts and at the next commercial, jumped up and hurried to the bathroom.

Stripping them off she saw only a slight discoloration on the inside of the crotch from the liquids that had passed through her panties.

These she took off too and found that their

gusset was soaked. On an impulse she smelled them and found the musky fragrance very arousing and then, for reasons she could not have described, licked them.

She would never have tasted them if it had been pee but this was different. The taste was interesting, slightly salty, but also thrilling.

She wadded them up and used them to clean her pussy, which itself was a new sensation. She’d never masturbated or even thought much about it. But the touch of those damp panties on her vulva sent shivers through her whole body.

“It’s starting, ” she heard her dad yell and grabbed a robe and returned to the living room.

She could tell the rest of the movie was just going to be pirates fighting and begged off, saying she was tired.

In fact she wasn’t only not tired, she was energized like she never had been before.

Alone in the confines of her room she dropped the robe and climbed into bed, only then realizing that she still held her moist panties in her hand.

Laying on her back she draped them across her face and breathed in the heady fragrance while her fingers tried to cure the strange itch in her pussy.

She never managed that night. In fact it would be more than two years later during a sleepover that one of her friends, a year older than her, taught her how to cum.

The two girls talked about boys they thought were hot as they played with themselves, over time their naked young bodies in constant contact and eventually playing with each other’s pussies until they orgasmed.

They both knew about cunnilingus and would have tried it if asked, but they were both too shy to bring it up. And of course Beth could not have ever brought up her need to be tied to a mast, be stripped to the waist and be brutally whipped.

When her cum-buddy went away to college Beth was heartbroken and as she jilled herself indulged in increasingly masochistic fantasies.

She tried the two lesbian bars in town and had a couple of trusts, but decided she wanted a man.

Of course the idiot she finally used to relieve herself of her burdensome virginity was more than a little inept. Especially compared to the women she’d made love to.

But still she thought of herself as ‘straight’ and though she liked sex with girls', she longed to be taken and used by a masculine Dominant.

She had experimented with topping women but it wasn’t what she really wanted. And when Derek had bent her over Joanna’s desk and beaten her ass it had unleashed a fire in her belly that could only be extinguished with her submission.

The basement dungeon was fairly simple. A bondage table, a wall full of more than enough implements to satisfy a Sadist or his prize.

When discussing the elements of the contract she had mentioned the pirate movie and when he pulled her over to the heavy post in the middle of the room and put on a West Country pirate accent as he shackled her to it so she stood on tiptoe to “Get what’s comin' ta yer" she could feel her pussy practically gush.

When he grabbed the back of her blouse's collar and tore it down to her waist she felt almost like she was going to faint with ecstasy. He used that shredded fabric to make a blindfold that not only took her sight but also allowed her imagination to carry her out to that pirate ship.

It didn’t hurt that he kept up the role play, “Well, me shipmates, it seems like the guv'nuh thinks they price what we's askin' is a bit too high for his third daughter.

“So I sez we take our reward a different ways.

“What sez ya, me hearties? “

She couldn’t see the other people in the room but heard them join in with a range of accents intended to sound ‘piratey': “Aye, aye Cap’n! “

“These highborn lasses always thinks they's too good for scurvy scum like us... but we know the cat o'nine will whittle ‘er down to size.”

The enthusiastic crowd called for her to be brought low and even before the hubbub subsided, the braided leather tails left nine vivid stripes across her back. She gasped at the sudden pain but gave no squeal of protest.

The crowd demanded, “Break ‘er, Cap’n. Make the rich bitch beg for mercy!”

The expertly wielded whip slowly but steadily eroded her willpower and eventually tears streaked both her cheeks and not long after that, open sobbing.

And finally she began to beg.

“Please, Captain... do what you will with me. The Governor’s a mean old bastard who’d rather see my corpse than give you a single sovereign to get me back.

“Do you want a wench to use and be used to reward your crew? Do you need a scullery maid to scrub your floors on her knees?”

What had begun as a bit of role-playing had become for a real-life fantasy that she had long ached to act out. She was that Governor’s daughter and for better or worse, definitely worse, had cast her lot in with this rough lot.

Behind her blindfold she was the beautiful daughter of a colonial governor who had been kidnapped to be ransomed only for her captors to discover that her father didn’t care.

But a pretty girl is always valuable, especially if she can be trained to be a pleasure slave.

She wasn’t aware of the whipping ending. Her back was on fire but so were her loins. It was the silence that brought her back to reality.

She slowly assessed her situation. Her wrists hurt from tugging against the cuffs and the many stripes had blended into one mass of aching skin.

She had finally experienced the whipping she’d fantasized about since puberty and it was everything she had hoped for.

Her pussy throbbed with desire and she could feel her juices running down the insides of her thighs.

She wanted to beg to be fucked but held her tongue and listened for any signs that she was not alone but heard nothing.

‘Oh well, ’ she thought, ‘I guess he wants me to wait.’

Derek often left subs alone after their whippings, he knew how effective it was as a way of letting their own imagination and lust further their torment.

He had gone back upstairs to check on how events had transpired with the girl in the cage and found it in full swing.