Of Pain and Delight by Heidi Stone Read Free Book Online

that the pain will be excruciating.’
    ‘Do as you wish, Rapite. You cannot break my will.’ Sahria was trembling quite markedly, much to her disappointment. She had not wished to show any terror to this dreadful man. He could lash her for all he was worth and beat her into unconsciousness for all she cared, but she was determined not to reveal any weakness.
    There was another long pause. Sahria waited for the first stroke of the foul weapon against her soft skin. Her nipples felt erect against the hard wood of the frame. Her pussy throbbed involuntarily and she began to slowly realise that she wanted the pain. She needed him to lash her with such force that the searing strips of leather would tear her flesh, just as he had promised.
    ‘Why do you wait, Rapite?’ she murmured. ‘Why not be done with it?’
    ‘I told you not to speak unless I gave you permission,’ he said angrily, his voice becoming louder and more menacing with each word. ‘Now you will be severely punished!’
    Sahria heard him drop the whip onto the table. She turned her head again and saw him take up a thin strip of bamboo. He moved back to stand at her side and tickled her bottom with the end of the cane. ‘You are not ready for the whip yet. You need to learn the many pleasures of pain before you can be subjected to the ultimate agony and delight. This will be merely a taster of the many joys to come.’
    She saw him raise his muscular arm above his head and turned her face away to stare at the wall. She stiffened her buttocks. The cane swished through the air, but there was no contact with her body. Rapite did the same again, and then repeated it a third time, teasing her mercilessly. Sahria cursed him under her breath. The heat between her legs was becoming almost unbearable.
    The sudden swish of the cane startled her and the searing agony she felt across her buttocks caused her to cry out. She clawed at the wood of the frame with her fingernails and gritted her teeth. The pain had been far more intense than she’d ever imagined it could be, and now she wasn’t so sure how much she would be able to take. The air swished again and she was cut a second time. It became painfully apparent to her that Rapite was a master at his craft. The cane had bitten into her flesh in exactly the same place as the first time it scored her plump flesh.
    The third stroke was the worst. It cut her at the tops of her thighs, just under the delicate swell of her bottom. She shrieked with the pain, and was immediately furious with herself for having done so. She felt she was showing herself up as nothing more than a pathetic woman, and vowed never to cry out again.
    At least ten more cuts followed. Sahria lost the will to count them. Her bottom was almost numb, and the pain had become far less severe. Rapite eventually started to grunt with exhaustion, clearly through putting every effort into his labours. The last couple of strokes barely stung her.
    At last, Rapite threw the cane onto the table and sat on the box next to her, panting heavily. Sahria felt a tear trickling from her eye and turned her face away from him, lest he sense her vulnerability. She managed to wipe the tear from her cheek onto her upper arm, then looked back at the sweating man. She held his gaze with a cold stare.
    ‘You took it well, princess,’ he wheezed. ‘I have seen many a strong man beg for mercy after the first cut.’
    Sahria chose to ignore his barbed compliment. The feeling was returning to her tortured buttocks, and the pain seemed to be increasing rather than decreasing as her nerve-endings became once more fired with sensation. Strangely, however, the more her bottom ached, the more her sexual arousal increased. She had even come close to orgasm during the beating, but it had not been enough. She realised now why so many of the men she had thrashed in the past had fallen from their shackles with raging erections. She had thought it most peculiar; thinking it to be perhaps