He responded with “air” hugs so as not to contact her abused skin but she insisted.

“Please, Sir. I don’t care if it hurts. I really need a hug.”

Acceding to her request, he placed his hands gently on her shoulders.

Wrapping her arms around him she said, “That’s not a hug. This is a hug. Do it like you mean it!”

Placing his arms around her he could feel the swollen ridges of her whip marks on her back through the silky fabric. She shuddered at his touch and he pulled away.

“No, Sir. It’s okay. Please don’t stop. I really need the hug and don’t care if it...” she whispered, “um, hurts a little.”

Gently laying his hands on the smooth fabric he again felt her shudder and, mistaking her response to being from the pain, asked, “Too much?”

“No, silly.”

Still erring on the side of caution he hesitated.

“Harder, please, ” she requested. “I want to feel it.”

Still gently, Mark began to stroke her back, following the lines left by her punishment.

“y-y-yessss...” she gasped.

“I’m very proud of you, Carole. You did great today. You should be proud of yourself.”

Pulling her head back she looked up at him and answered, “Thank you, Sir. I wanted to make you proud.”

Mark looked into eyes and saw the surrender there but knew he had to resist. For the time being.

“A girl could get used to this, ” she added as his touch on the still tender weals sent shivers through her that all seemed to be directed at the spot locked behind steel and leather.

Noticing that others were watching, Mark retracted his arms, “Not here.”

“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”

“I’ll bet you’re starved!” he said, a little over-loudly so that others could hear.

“I am...” she answered, also for their benefit softly adding for his alone, “Sir.”

They turned and as they walked to his car and she told him, “I’m not really hungry. I’m too excited to eat right now.”

He knew that wasn’t unusual so he told her, “I figured you wouldn’t be but I picked up some stuff for you to eat later.”

She wanted to skip down the street, she was so filled with joy. She had made it through the worst of here punishments and made the man she wanted to give herself to proud. Even the tender skin that hurt when it brushed against her clothes felt good.

(Unfortunately, the one thing she was hungry for had been declared off limits.)

In the car, Mark could see that she was quite uncomfortable and assumed it was just the touch of the seat on the stripes on her cute ass.

But it was more because she was desperate to confess her inexperience.

By the time they arrived at her apartment and Mark had conducted the servicing of chastity belt, she was determined to tell him.

But then, after laying out the stuff he’d bought, a salad, some cheeses and fruit, he had excused himself and was gone!

(to be continued)