The Wanderings of Amy
Copyright 2002, 2004 by EC
http://www.ecgraphicarts.com
(Warnings: Adult sex, erotic discipline, public nudity)

Chapter 23 - Wendy's Whipping

Burnside almost immediately achieved her main goal with Wendy, to get her 
thought patterns away from what they had been over the past year. Wendy ceased 
to think about gambling. Her suicide fantasies totally vanished from her mind. 
Instead her life and thoughts consisted of pleasing her mistress, her 
correspondence classes, and her art. Wendy did not have time to think about 
anything else. Burnside forced her to focus her time and her energies. Wendy 
learned to appreciate her life. She learned to cherish the few free moments 
available to her and use them to their fullest. In a strange way she was happier 
then she had been in a long time. Wendy's life was very structured, with very 
clear rules and expectations. As cruel as Burnside may have been, she deeply 
cared for Wendy, and Wendy knew it.

Burnside punished Wendy much less frequently than the student had anticipated 
when she began her period of servitude. Partly this was because Wendy adapted 
well to serving her. However, it also partly was because of Burnside's attitude 
about punishment. Burnside believed that physical punishment loses its 
effectiveness if given too frequently. The victim becomes used to it and 
eventually becomes less afraid of being punished. There also is the fact that the 
body compensates for punishments given too frequently.

Burnside never punished Wendy over an area that had not completely healed from 
the previous punishment. She wanted to avoid toughening Wendy's body, but at 
the same time she wanted to avoid injuring her. For example, during the second 
week Wendy broke a glass pan lid while cooking. She immediate confessed to 
Burnside about the lid, kneeling and holding the two largest pieces in front of her. 
Wendy's confession resulted in a lighter punishment, 20 strokes across the fronts 
of her thighs with a riding crop. Wendy's bottom and shoulders were still marked 
from the first switching, and for Burnside would remain off-limits until the marks 
were gone. The only unmarked part of Wendy's body suitable for punishment at 
that time were the fronts of Wendy's thighs.

Burnside wanted her servant to fear each punishment as much as she feared the 
first one, which was another reason Wendy never received a severe punishment 
more than once every three or four weeks. Burnside never used the same 
implement twice. She forced Wendy to assume different positions.

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At age 41, Ruth Burnside had an insatiable sexual appetite. About half the nights 
Wendy was with her, Burnside had a lover over. In all Wendy counted a total of 
16 lovers; 13 men and 3 women. Some came over only once, others came over 
several times. The majority of the lovers seemed to be in their 30’s, although there 
were a couple of guys who appeared to be in their 50’s, and one young woman 
who seemed not much older than Wendy. Burnside’s lovers included two Blacks, 
a couple of Hispanics, a guy from Mainland China, and a young man who 
appeared to be from the Middle East.

The discipline sessions all followed the same general pattern, but there were 
variations. For example, the young woman seemed particularly embarrassed at 
having to undress in front of Wendy. Burnside forced her to focus on her 
submission by ordering her to spend a long time standing under the spotlight with 
her hands behind her head, while Wendy walked around her and carefully studied 
her body. When the guy from Mainland China came over, it was Wendy who 
issued Burnside’s commands to him in Chinese. The Chinese guy spoke good 
English, but hearing the orders spoken to him in his native language added to his 
humiliation and sense of vulnerability.

Wendy never participated in anything beyond the initial part of Burnside’s 
discipline sessions. She came out to take the submissive’s clothing and serve the 
wine, and then was dismissed. When Burnside was entertaining, she allowed her 
servant to close her bedroom door. Wendy’s reward from Burnside for 
participating in the sessions was that she could work on her art instead of 
studying. However, the sessions fascinated Wendy and she gladly would have 
participated even without the incentive of not having to spend the night doing her 
coursework.

Burnside made the rules very clear to both Wendy and her guests. Wendy was 
expected to perform her role in Burnside’s discipline ritual and serve wine. She 
owed the guests nothing else. The guests were to respect Wendy and not attempt 
to flirt with her or engage her in any conversation. 

“If anyone who comes over here is ever disrespectful to you, let me know 
immediately. I want you to understand that to disrespect you is to disrespect me, 
and there will be hell to pay for anyone who tries it.”

Burnside invariably punished her lovers. Wendy often heard the 
CRACK!...CRACK!...CRACK!... of a punishment coming from Burnside's 
bedroom once the living room portion of the punishment was over. Sometimes 
she heard crying or screams.

Wendy was under the impression that Burnside cared little for most of her lovers. 
They came over, gave up their clothes, had their wine, received a punishment, had 
sex, and were gone after a few hours.

During January Burnside entertained lovers about a half of the nights Wendy 
lived with her. During many of the nights that Burnside was not with guests she 
ordered Wendy to be with her. When it came to sex, Burnside was extremely 
demanding and often very cruel to her servant. Occasionally Burnside used sex as 
a means to punish Wendy instead of the constant whippings she had expected 
prior to coming over.

Burnside totally dominated Wendy’s sexuality during the first month of her 
servitude. During their first few nights together the professor learned the physical 
vulnerabilities of the student’s body, and then used those vulnerabilities to 
completely control her. It was through sex, much more than the physical 
punishments, that Burnside forced Wendy to become truly submissive to her.

Burnside especially loved to torment her servant by bringing her close to orgasm 
but not allowing her to climax. Wendy spent countless hours with her wrists and 
ankles attached to her bed-posts and her eyes covered while Burnside played with 
her body. For hours on end she pulled desperately at her restraints and groaned 
while Burnside lightly teased her between the legs with her fingertips and tongue. 
When Wendy was almost insane from arousal, Burnside unhooked her cuffs and 
led her back to the master bedroom by the wrist. Sometimes she threw herself on 
top of Wendy and pressed her pelvis against Wendy's. Sometimes she forced 
Wendy's face between her legs. Sometimes she ordered Wendy to arouse her with 
her fingertips. Sometimes she shoved her fingers up Wendy's bottom or vagina. 
Sometimes she forced Wendy to use her fingers on her. Occasionally she was 
merciful to Wendy and allowed her to climax.

During that time Wendy was desperate to draw. The urge to draw burned inside 
her, to the point that she often sacrificed sleep to create drawings. By the middle 
of February she had a sizable collection of top-quality artwork in her desk drawer. 
The drawings became Wendy's outlet for the responsibilities and torments she 
was enduring. The drawings themselves had changed from the ones she created 
over the summer. Besides intense suffering, the newest works also reflected 
intense pleasure.

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Wendy's work on her classes was one important part of her life while she stayed 
with the professor. Each morning, right after breakfast, Wendy knelt at Burnside's 
desk and held her correspondence work in front of her for the professor to review. 
She watched nervously as Burnside looked over her assignments. Burnside never 
corrected anything, but if she did not think that Wendy had done good work, she 
brusquely handed the papers back with the comment "This won't work. Re-do it." 
It was up to Wendy to figure out what needed to be corrected. Burnside was 
determined that her servant strive to do her best in her studies, and more 
importantly, to learn to solve as many problems as possible on her own. However, 
Burnside was not so cruel as to leave Wendy with no guidance with her studies. 
Wendy soon learned that during their breakfast or dinner conversations Burnside 
dropped hints about her work and how she could find the answers to her 
assignments. Wendy learned to listen carefully to the professor for any hints or 
tips that Burnside might be willing to give her. 

Wendy learned the hard way not to try to slip anything past her mistress. At the 
end of January she needed to do a report for her independent study. She showed 
the report to Burnside along with some other papers. Burnside thrust the paper 
back in Wendy's face with the comment "Don't even think about turning this in! 
You will re-do it, and there will be no drawing until you have this report properly 
done!"

Wendy's drawing was her only outlet, so she desperately needed to get the paper 
out of the way and get back to her art. At that point she made a big mistake. She 
made a few corrections and e-mailed the paper to her accounting professor. The 
next day she received a response, a C+ on the paper. Then Wendy made another 
mistake, saying nothing to Burnside. She did not realize that Burnside had set her 
home Internet account to automatically copy all incoming and outgoing e-mail 
messages to her home and send the copied messages to her computer at work. 
From her office Burnside was able to review the entire correspondence between 
Wendy and her accounting professor. She downloaded and copied the paper and 
returned home with it in the afternoon.

Burnside said nothing to Wendy, but took out a whip and some wrist cuffs that 
were attached to chains. The implement was a thin buggy-style whip. The blows 
would sting, but the whip was not heavy and there was little risk of breaking 
Wendy's skin. Burnside would be able to hit Wendy many times with it, and even 
cross the welts, without much concern about injury. She laid the items on her 
dresser. This would be a long punishment, since Wendy had attempted to lie to 
Burnside by not telling her about her C+. However, Burnside was not planning to 
whip Wendy that night. Waiting would be part of her punishment.

It was significant that Burnside was not planning to do the one thing that truly 
would hurt Wendy; take away her art supplies. Burnside knew the importance of 
Wendy's art as part of her therapy. The loss of her art supplies truly would be a 
severe punishment to Wendy, but one, thought Burnside, that ultimately would 
not help her. Wendy would suffer for the correspondence course paper and not 
telling her what happened, but the suffering would be physical. Wendy's art was 
off-limits.

While Wendy was preparing dinner Burnside quietly slipped in her room and 
placed the downloaded paper on her servant’s desk. Wendy would discover it 
after dinner and then would have to approach the professor about it. Burnside was 
pleasant during dinner and allowed her servant to sit with her. Wendy was 
cheerful, thinking she had outwitted the professor. After the meal Burnside sat 
down at her computer to work on an article for a professional journal she 
contributed to, while Wendy cleaned up from dinner. Wendy knelt at the 
bathroom door, as usual, for Burnside to take her collar off for her bath. She came 
out, knelt again for Burnside to put the collar back on, and then was dismissed. 

Wendy's heart stopped when she went in her room and saw what was on her desk. 
Her hands shook as she picked up the paper. She looked out her door at her 
mistress, typing away at her article. Wendy stood immobilized in terror for a 
moment, but finally could not wait anymore. Shaking, she walked out and knelt 
next to Burnside's desk.

"Dr. Burnside...I...I...request...per...permission to...sp...speak."

Burnside said nothing. She was in the middle of a paragraph and typing furiously, 
not wanting to lose her train of thought. Wendy waited until she finished with the 
paragraph. Still ignoring her servant, Burnside said nothing. She thumbed through 
a book, found the quote she was looking for, copied it to the article and typed the 
reference footnote, and started the next paragraph. Wendy became more and more 
nervous.

"D...Dr. Burnside...I...re...request...permission to...sp...speak."

Burnside did not look up. She kept her eyes focused on her computer screen and 
with a cold, flat voice, responded, "I heard you the first time. Your problems are 
not the only thing I have to worry about in my life. I will finish this article, send it 
out, and then we will discuss your paper."

Burnside typed for another hour. Wendy did not know what to do. Should she get 
up, return to her room, and wait for Burnside to finish? Should she stay there, 
kneeling until Burnside was ready to talk? Wendy decided not to move. Her legs 
began to cramp from kneeling, but she was afraid to get up without being 
directed. 

What un-nerved Wendy the most was that Burnside had not looked at her when 
she responded. With anyone else that might have seemed a trivial detail, but with 
Burnside it wasn't. Burnside was fanatical about looking people in the eye when 
she spoke to them. Wendy realized that she truly was in disgrace. Burnside had 
refused to even grant her the dignity of eye-contact.

The professor finished the article, ran spell-check, reviewed her footnotes to make 
sure she had properly cited her sources, logged onto the Internet and her 
publisher's account, and sent off the article. She disconnected, brought up her 
screen-saver, and finally turned to face her servant.

"OK, Wendy. Now you have permission to speak."

"You...you were right. I...got...a...'C' on...this p...paper. I...I'm sorry, Dr. 
Burnside."

"Two things. First, you got a 'C+'. Don't sell yourself short. Second, don't tell me 
you're sorry. If you were sorry you wouldn't have done it, and you wouldn't have 
tried to slip this past me. Telephone operators and customer service reps say 
'sorry', which is what you'll be if you don't pull yourself together. I expect you to 
take responsibility for what you do and not be 'sorry'. Another thing. You saw 
full-well that I was working on an article. Your problem was not urgent. I did not 
appreciate the interruption."

"Y...yes, Dr. Burnside."

"So…where do we go from here? I told you not to send that paper for a reason. 
It's shit, and you should be ashamed you wrote it. Had you turned that to in me, I 
would have given you a 'C-'. Then you thought you could trick me. Send it off and 
I wouldn't know. Worse, you deleted your correspondence with your professor so 
I wouldn't see it, after I specifically told you to NEVER delete e-mail messages 
on my Internet account. You deleted your correspondence to deceive me. Now, 
stand up and turn around."

Wendy stood up, momentarily grateful to relieve the cramping in her legs she was 
suffering from kneeling so long. Burnside scanned her back and bottom. There 
were no marks from the switching several weeks before. Wendy was ready for her 
second severe punishment.

"Now face me...OK. Where do we go from here?"

"I...I guess...you'll punish me...Dr. Burnside."

"That's true. That is what will happen. I will whip you tomorrow afternoon, when 
I have some time to punish you properly. Now get in bed. I want you up at 6:00, 
my breakfast at 7:00."

"Yes, Dr. Burnside."

With that Burnside turned back to her computer and typed her password. Wendy 
was dismissed.

Wendy returned to her room, terrified. A whipping. She was sure that Burnside 
meant exactly that; She faced being flogged with a whip.

Wendy got in her bed and quietly cried. It was terrible to have to wait like this. 
She would not be able to sleep much, if at all. She thought about Amy and 
Suzanne, about their freedom and how they must be enjoying this evening. She 
thought about her parents, and wondered what they would think if they could see 
her now. Why had she done this to herself? Why had she messed up her life like 
this? If she could only go back and undo everything she did a year ago, she could 
have a happy, decent life right now. Instead...

As much as Wendy's heart filled with regret, if never occurred to her to pick up 
her cell phone and ask Amy or Suzanne to come get her. This was her life now, 
the one she had chosen for herself. She had nowhere to go, nothing to do, other 
than her life here in this house. Tomorrow would be a terrible day, but somehow 
she would have to get through it.

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The following day started out normally, except that when Wendy went into the 
living room, she saw a pair of open leather cuffs suspended, about three feet apart, 
from chains attached to the ceiling. Wendy's punishment would not be until after 
lunch, but Burnside hung the cuffs as a reminder to her servant of what she would 
have to face later in the day. She also hung the cuffs in the morning to test 
Wendy's determination to remain in her house. Wendy had the entire morning to 
think about what she would face in the afternoon. Her cell phone remained in her 
room. There was plenty of time for Wendy to call Amy or Suzanne and leave if 
she so desired. 

Wendy rushed into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Burnside had not said 
anything about eating or not eating, so she fixed herself breakfast as well. 
However, Wendy did not feel like eating.

Burnside came out, already dressed for her early class. Wendy seated her, then 
looked at the professor, wondering whether to sit down herself.

"Wendy, sit down and have a good breakfast. You won't be eating lunch and I 
doubt you'll want dinner."

Wendy forced herself to eat. Burnside said nothing more. She finished and went 
out to her car, leaving the student to clean up.

Wendy tried to keep herself busy the entire morning, to forget about what she 
would have to face in the afternoon. She cleaned up from breakfast and cleaned 
the two bathrooms. Burnside had expected her to study, but there was no way she 
could concentrate. 

Wendy sat at her desk and glanced at her cell-phone. She felt a fleeting temptation 
to call Amy and ask her friend to pick her up. The temptation was only 
momentary, however. 

Wendy had entered into her agreement with Burnside at her own request. It had 
been her choice to be Burnside's servant. It had been her choice to attempt to 
deceive Burnside about the assignment. It now would be her choice to stay and 
accept the consequences of her actions. The thought of being whipped terrified 
her more than ever, but she would stay and face that fear. She realized this was 
the moment, the opportunity for her to face her terror directly and overcome it. 
She would conquer her fear and finally achieve the transformation in her soul that 
she so desperately wanted. At that moment Wendy felt more liberated than she 
had ever felt before.

Wendy she filled the rest of her time that morning drawing a picture. Her 
emotional turmoil came out in the drawing. She finished the drawing and was 
contemplating starting on another when she heard Burnside's car pull into the 
garage. Wendy ran out into the center of living room and knelt on the floor. Her 
heart pounded as she glanced up at the cuffs hanging from the ceiling. Her eyes 
were wide with fear and she was shaking.

Burnside came in and glanced approvingly at her servant. Burnside was well-
aware of the temptation she had given Wendy by leaving her alone all morning 
with the option of fleeing the house open to her. She had decided to test her 
servant because she had doubted Wendy's determination to fulfill her part of the 
agreement. Wendy, by staying in spite of her fears, had proven herself to her 
mistress. Wendy’s determination to stay would in no way alleviate her upcoming 
whipping, but it would very profoundly change the relationship between the two 
women once the punishment was over and Wendy’s welts had healed.

Burnside went to her room to change and pick up the rest of the items that she 
needed for the girl’s whipping. Burnside changed into shorts and a sports bra. She 
wanted maximum freedom of movement and was not interested in dressing the 
part of a dominatrix. She took out leather cuffs for Wendy's ankles, a black scarf 
to blindfold her, and some short chains and hooks to attach Wendy's ankle cuffs to 
eye-hooks installed in the floor. She picked up the whip and carried everything 
back out to the living room.

Burnside laid everything in front of Wendy. She let her servant have a good look 
at the whip before picking up the scarf. Wendy's terrified eyes met the professor's. 
She was scared, and with good reason. Burnside folded the scarf, placed it over 
Wendy's eyes, tied it behind her head, and checked to make sure she could not 
peek out if she raised her head.

Wendy heard the rattling of the chains as Burnside attached them to a set of 
collapsible eyehooks in the floor. Burnside had several sets of these buried in the 
carpeting. They were barely noticeable metal squares, but each had a metal loop 
that popped up when needed and that folded down flat when not needed. There 
were several sets of the same type of eyehooks in the ceiling, drilled into the 
wooden studs through the ceiling drywall and easily capable of supporting a 
person's full weight.

Burnside then grabbed Wendy's arm and ordered her to stand up. She positioned 
the trembling girl under the suspended cuffs, lifted each of her arms, and wrapped 
her wrists in the restraints. Wendy was not suspended, but as soon as her feet 
were spread and attached to the floor she would have very little freedom of 
movement.

"Put your feet slightly more than shoulder-width apart."

Wendy complied, and felt the cuffs wrap around her ankles. She now was mostly 
immobilized, with her arms and feet spread. Burnside had access to every part of 
her body except the soles of her feet. Burnside knew what she was doing. Wendy 
would be able to move just a little, enough to maintain her circulation and not go 
numb during the punishment.

Burnside backed away to admire Wendy's attractive body. She resisted the urge to 
unhook Wendy and have sex with her before starting her punishment.

"Wendy, why am I whipping you?"

"I...I...t...turned in...a...a bad...p...paper...Dr. Burnside."

"That's not the main reason. Try again."

"I...t...tried to...h...hide it...from you."

"That's somewhat closer to the truth. I am whipping you because you tried to 
deceive me. Remember when I first punished you with Amy? I punished you two 
for the exact same reason I'm punishing you now. It wasn't that Marshall Plan 
paper that pissed me off. It was the deception. This is the second time you tried to 
deceive me. You will learn that trying to deceive me is not a good idea."

"Y...yes, Dr. Burnside."

With that Burnside picked up the whip. She planned to hit Wendy many, many 
times with it. 

The first two strokes took Wendy by surprise. Wendy had expected to be hit on 
the bottom. Burnside knew that, and instead hit her across the fronts of both 
thighs. Wendy was shocked by how sharply the whip stung. The pain was 
somewhat sharper than Burnside's switch.

Wendy gasped and thrust herself backwards, only to thrust forward again when 
Burnside slashed at her bottom. Wendy screamed. Burnside laid three strokes 
across Wendy's shoulders and then three more on her bottom. Again Wendy thrust 
forward. Pain radiated over her body. She screamed again as Burnside lay a series 
of strokes on the fronts of her thighs. The professor stopped.

"Wendy, you are not showing any self-discipline at all. I expect you to stand still 
for this. Instead you're moving around like a ballet dancer. Stick your butt out and 
keep it out. If you don't, I know how to make this a lot worse."

Crying, Wendy shifted her bottom out.

CRACK!....CRACK!....CRACK!....CRACK!....CRACK!....CRACK!.... Burnside 
laid a long series of strokes across Wendy's bottom and the backs of her thighs. 
She spaced the blows apart to let Wendy feel each one and appreciate it.

Again and again Wendy screamed. With every bit of willpower she tried to keep 
her bottom out, fighting her instincts to shift forward and attempt to escape that 
horrible whip.

As was the case for the switching at the end of December, Wendy's world was 
reduced to the pain being inflicted on her body. She was not conscious of 
anything other than her physical sensations. Her instincts demanded that she do 
anything, anything at all, to get this to stop. And yet she was able to resist the 
temptation to beg for mercy, knowing full-well there would be no mercy.

CRACK!....CRACK!....CRACK!....CRACK!....CRACK!....CRACK!.... Burnside 
continued to lay the sharp blows on Wendy's bottom and thighs, leaving a mass of 
swollen reddish lines criss-crossing her tender brown skin. Wendy continued to 
do the one thing that Burnside permitted her to do, scream. Her blindfold was 
becoming wet from tears. Every so often Burnside paused, waiting for Wendy to 
stop screaming and get her breath back for the next round.

Burnside turned her attention to Wendy's shoulders. This time it was not 
important that Wendy stay in position. Wendy's shoulders were vulnerable, no 
matter what. Again and again Burnside struck Wendy's shoulders and upper back, 
until the mass of reddish lines matched the lines on her bottom and the backs of 
her thighs. Again Wendy screamed, thrusting her head back and forth, her face 
distorted with the pain and fear of what she was enduring.

The professor stopped. She noticed a couple of blood blisters on Wendy's 
shoulders. She had not broken the skin, but the blisters signaled to Burnside that 
she had to be more careful. She waited for Wendy to stop screaming and get her 
breath back. She positioned herself for the next portion of the whipping, across 
the fronts of her servant’s thighs. Wendy's sobbing died down a little.

CRACK!....CRACK!....CRACK!....CRACK!....CRACK!....CRACK!.... Burnside 
struck Wendy again and again across the fronts of her thighs. Wendy screamed 
much louder when Burnside carefully laid a series of marks on the insides of her 
legs, frighteningly close to her vagina. In her haze of pain Wendy realized that 
yes, Burnside was perfectly capable of whipping her...there.

Once again Burnside paused to let Wendy stop screaming and get her breath back. 
For a long time Wendy sobbed loudly, as she hung by her wrists. When her sobs 
died down Burnside spoke to her.

"OK, now you know what I am capable of. I haven't hit you there, yet. I will if 
you don't obey me."

Wendy, breathing in broken, frightened gasps, nodded.

"Get your butt out. Keep it out. You've had your warning."

Wendy thrust her bottom out as far as she could. She was terrified, much more so 
than before this punishment began. Now she knew real fear.

CRACK!....CRACK!....CRACK!....CRACK!....CRACK!....CRACK!.... Burnside 
laid another long series of strokes on Wendy's already punished bottom. The 
student screamed, but this time her fear of being hit...there...between her legs on 
the most sensitive part of her body, motivated her to stay in position. Again and 
again Burnside struck her servant’s bottom and thighs, stopping only when she 
noticed several blood blisters among the mass of welts. Wendy screamed louder 
than ever.

For the last time during this session Burnside stopped to watch Wendy sob and 
slowly get her breath back. She noticed that the girl was hanging by her wrists and 
not supporting her weight with her feet. Burnside decided to end the punishment.

Saying nothing, the professor unhooked Wendy's ankle cuffs and took them off. 
She then put her arm around Wendy's waist and with her free hand struggled to 
unhook the wrist cuffs. Wendy was still sobbing as the second hook was released 
and her weight shifted into Burnside's arm. Burnside led the sobbing student back 
to the guest bedroom and guided her onto her bed on her stomach. Wendy was 
still in too much pain to be aware of much going on around her and was crying 
violently. Burnside took off Wendy's blindfold and for a while sat next to her on 
the bed to make sure she would be all right.

Burnside went back out into the living room, took the chains down from the 
ceiling and put everything away. Then she checked on her servant, who was still 
on her stomach, crying. She examined the welts on Wendy's shoulders and 
bottom. She had not broken the girl’s skin, but in several spots she had come 
close. Wendy was crying more quietly now. Burnside decided to leave her alone, 
but check on her periodically for the rest of the day.

Burnside had a guest over later that night, but Wendy did not see him. Just before 
he came over Burnside left a glass of water on Wendy's desk. She still was crying 
quietly from the shock and pain of her punishment. Burnside knew that she was in 
no condition to do anything or face anyone. Before she left Wendy's room, 
Burnside had a final comment for her servant.

"Wendy, I expect top performance out of you for everything. I do not expect 
haphazard work and deception from you. Now you know what will happen if you 
don't take our agreement more seriously. Do you understand?"

Wendy sobbed. "Yes, Dr. Burnside."

"Good. Try to drink some water and get as much rest as you can. You can keep 
your door closed tonight. Tomorrow we start fresh. I want you up at 6:00, my 
breakfast at 7:00."

"Yes, Dr. Burnside."

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The whipping was a turning point in Wendy's life and her relationship with her 
mentor. It was the closest Burnside ever came to punishing Wendy as severely as 
what was in her pictures. Now Wendy knew what it felt like. The experience was 
somewhat different than she had imagined, but every bit as intense. The whipping 
traumatized her for several days and that trauma was reflected in her pictures over 
the next several weeks.

Wendy’s character changed after the whipping. Although she had adapted well to 
serving Burnside from the beginning, now she was determined to perform her 
duties in a way she had not prior to the end of January. Wendy became very 
diligent in all areas of her life; the housework, the meals for the professor and 
herself, her classes, her art. Wendy pushed herself hard.

Wendy's diligence extended to her sex life with Burnside. There was a passion in 
Wendy's sex drive that had not existed prior to the whipping. She was not 
passionate out of fear of another whipping. She was passionate because the 
whipping put a new intensity into her soul, an ability to do things 100%. Wendy 
now wanted all areas of her relationship with Burnside to be 100%.

On the nights they had sex, Wendy loved submitting to Burnside's kisses and 
caresses. Wendy treated Burnside with passion. There were moments when the 
student took control, pressing Burnside to the bed and covering her body with 
kisses and caresses. Wendy struggled to satisfy her mentor’s sex drive as much as 
possible, to the point that Burnside looked forward to her nights with her servant. 
Wendy became an excellent lover. As a result Burnside lost interest in other 
people.

Burnside's sexual tormenting of Wendy did not stop. It intensified, as it became 
obvious that Wendy wanted to be tormented sexually as part of her relationship 
with the professor. Wendy grew to love the sessions of being restrained on her 
bed, helpless and at Burnside's mercy. As much as Burnside tormented Wendy 
during these sessions, she was determined to satisfy the girl as well. Wendy had 
orgasms with an intensity she never could have imagined prior to entering 
Burnside's house.

Burnside noticed the hurt in Wendy's eyes when she had other lovers over. 
Wendy became jealous of her mistress. Burnside could have used Wendy's 
jealousy to torment her further, but she cared about Wendy and had no desire to 
hurt her feelings. As the semester progressed she cut back on her other 
relationships to spend more evenings with Wendy.

The only exception was Halsey. There was no way that Burnside would alter her 
relationship with him, not for Wendy, nor for anyone else. Wendy understood and 
accepted it. She made every effort to accommodate that part of Burnside's life, 
serving Burnside and Halsey with 100% concentration whenever he came over.

When Wendy knelt and presented herself to Burnside in the performance of her 
duties, her eyes reflected a passion for her goal of pleasing the professor. There 
was an intensity in Wendy's eyes that unsettled Burnside, but at the same time 
pleased and gratified her. Wendy's servitude was in no way relaxed, and the threat 
of a punishment always remained a part of her life. However, it was that same 
threat that put passion into everything that Wendy did.

Burnside punished Wendy severely three more times that semester. There was a 
caning the week before Mardi Gras, with Wendy restrained to the leather bench. 
In the middle of March there was a flogging with a martinet. Finally, in the 
middle of April there was a strapping, similar to what she had received from Amy 
the year before. As harsh as those punishments were, none of them came close to 
severity of the January whipping.

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By the end of February, Burnside was beginning to think about the need to 
transition Wendy back to normal life. Her servitude was not even half over, but 
Burnside had to begin the process of slowly preparing her to face the outside 
world again. Amy would be instrumental for helping Burnside achieve her goal.

Burnside saw Amy in her office on a daily basis, but never had mentioned 
Wendy. She knew that was hard on Amy. Every time they worked together 
Burnside could see the question in Amy's eyes, what is happening to Wendy? 
Amy's question now would be answered, but not by Burnside. The professor 
decided that Amy and Wendy should begin to correspond as the initial step for 
Wendy getting ready to leave her house. For the first time in two months, Wendy 
would be allowed a link to the outside world in her personal life.

Burnside began by asking Wendy to give her the pictures she had drawn so far to 
turn over to Amy. She suspected that Amy's photographer roommate could get 
them published. Wendy handed Burnside a sizable stack of artwork. Burnside was 
a bit surprised, realizing how much sleep the student must have given up to make 
all these drawings. All of them, without exception, were excellent. Burnside's 
disdain for the arts softened when she realized the power that could come out in 
images such as the ones created by her servant.

That afternoon Burnside saw Amy in her office. She made some tea and passed a 
cup to her student aide. Then she spoke.

"Amy, there is a question you've had, and that you tried to ask me back in 
December. You want to know what's going on with Wendy. You'll get your 
answer, but not from me. I cannot tell you what's going on with Wendy. It's up to 
Wendy to tell you what she wants to."

The professor paused for a moment, collected her thoughts, and continued.

"I need you to start writing Wendy. Write her every day. News, gossip, poems, I 
don't care what. But write her. In three months she will come back out into the 
world. You’re going to have to help her, starting now. Whenever she chooses to 
write I'll bring her letters back to you."

"Why can't I just e-mail her?"

"It's not the same. If you write her letters you'll be forced to put some thought into 
them. You can't do that with an e-mail. Another thing. You asked if you could see 
her. Right now my guess is you'll start seeing her sometime in about three or four 
weeks, towards the end of March."

Burnside then took out the pictures from her briefcase and passed them to Amy.

"I'm giving you the drawings she's done up to now. If your photographer friend 
can get them published for her I would appreciate it."

Amy laid the drawings on her desk and carefully looked at them. The element of 
extreme pleasure in many of the images surprised Amy. She knew that Suzanne 
would be very happy to see these and that they were headed for publication.