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slave?’
    ‘Red, mistress,’ Dee muttered.
    ‘Well spotted,’ Isabella mocked. ‘Now I want you to go over to that table.’ Isabella gestured with the paddle. ‘Lean over it with your arms in front of you, your back arched, legs parted and backside in the air. That’s right … Prepare to be punished further. But Dee, before we recommence, please note that I’ve thoughtfully left a nice, soft leather cushion on the table for you to rest your head on. You see, I’m not entirely cruel, now am I?’
    ‘Yes, mistress … I mean, no,’ responded the flustered slave, who found that she couldn’t stop trembling.
    When Dee bent forward, the cheeks of her quivering backside were stretched open. They presented Isabella with an exposed view of her puckered anus and the open lips of her sex. Her rear bore the all-too-clear evidence of her punishment so far, and her anus and pussy just as clear evidence of its effect on her. Both were pulsating uncontrollably and her labia were swollen and wet. Trickles of love juice ran down her thighs.
    ‘I’ll start by beating your backside 20 times with the paddle,’ Isabella said. ‘I want you to count off each strike and thank me for it in the proper respectful manner. Do you understand?’
    ‘Yes, mistress,’ Dee replied, her voice unsteady.
    Isabella raised her arm up to shoulder height and brought it down vigorously.
    Thwack! That first blow nearly knocked all the breath out of the slave.
    ‘One, thank you, mistress,’ Dee managed to pant.
    Thwack!
    ‘Two, thank you, mistress.’
    Thwack!
    ‘Three, thank you, mistress.’
    Thwack!
    And on and relentlessly on.
    ‘All right, Dee, you can keep quiet now,’ Isabella said once the young slave had gasped her way through the full 20 strikes. The scorched cheeks of her backside were now flushed an even deeper and angrier shade of red. Isabella continued, ‘Yes, you can keep quiet and you can stay quiet too. I don’t want to hear another word out of you. From this point on you are to be obscene but not heard, comprende ?’ Dee nodded her understanding.
    Isabella carried on using the red paddle on her backside and upper thighs, beating her ever harder until she raised her back as an involuntary reflex action. ‘Down, slave,’ Isabella commanded, placing a hand in the small of her back and pushing her firmly down.
    Isabella continued paddling Dee until she felt as if her backside and thighs were on fire. And then the dominatrix stopped, putting the paddle to one side.
    ‘That makes a lovely picture, slave. You can take my word for it,’ Isabella commented. ‘But we don’t want just a uniform red. Let’s introduce some variety into the picture. I’ve just the thing – my braided leather flogger.’
    Isabella picked up the vicious black and red whip from the top of the side table, positioned herself behind Dee again, and raised it. The whip hissed sharply when she swung it through the air and when it landed with a crack on its target the sudden pain that seared across Dee’s backside nearly overwhelmed her. She was still trying to draw breath when Isabella brought the whip down again. It was even more agonising. As the savage whipping continued, the furious pain Dee was suffering became almost unbearable. She raised her head, about to register a protest.
    ‘Stay put, you tiresome bitch,’ Isabella demanded sharply, pushing Dee’s head back down before she had a chance to speak. ‘I thought I’d already made it clear that you’re to suffer in silence. You’ve got nothing to say that I want to hear unless it’s to beg for mercy or ask for permission to come. Otherwise, just shut the fuck up and take your punishment.’
    Isabella continued to thrash Dee’s backside without mercy, causing numerous welts to spring there like fresh-cut stems. Finally she put the braided flogger back on the side table.
    ‘Now I’m going to use my most vicious cane on you,’ Isabella announced, her dark eyes glinting with malice as