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	Katy Surrenders - Part 6


Katy did not understand what had happened at first.  The fact that she
had been struck with a whip did not actually enter her mind in the
first few seconds after It happened.  Her whole mental focus was on
the agonizing pain itself, not on its cause.  As the pain subsided
though, she tried to comprehend, and then she did understand.  She
understood where she was and what she was.  She understood slavery.
Anger flashed and faded, replaced immediately with fear.  Her body
tightened, waiting for another stroke.  She cried, sobbing, with tears
of pain and fear.  Seconds passed.  Josh did not hit her.  Please,
God, she prayed, let it be just the one stroke.

"Katy, I want you to beg me to hit you again."

She was incredulous.  Another?  What had she done to deserve such
punishment?  And he expected her to BEG for it?

"Please, master, no more whip.  Please.  Please.  I'll do anything you
want."

"Don't be stupid, Katy, you've already agreed to do anything I want.
You've even memorized it.  Forgotten already?"

"No, master," Katy whispered, slumping into despair.

"Recite it again, Katy.  Time to practice."

Katy hesitated.  Josh watched.  Would she rebel?  Was his hold on her
strong enough?  He feared he had gone too far.  Katy tugged down on
the rope that held her arms above her head.  She stood straight and
began to speak in a quiet, subdued tone.

"I am your slave, master.  I will obey your every command.  I am your
property."

"Very good, Katy."  Josh breathed a sigh of relief.  "Then, obey."

"Master, I beg you to whip me again.  Please."  Katy's voice trembled
as she spoke the words.

"You really don't sound like you mean it, Katy.  Beg harder."  Katy
repeated her request, trying hard to sound sincere.  "Please Master.
Please whip me again.  I beg you to whip me.  Please.  Please."

"Okay.  Okay.  If that's what you want," answered Josh, finally.
Katy's body went taut in anticipation.  Again the faint, brief noise
of the leather belt going through the air.  Again the loud snap as it
struck her backside, this time directly across both buttocks.  And
again an instant later, she felt the intense, searing pain.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh".  Katy's scream filled the empty barn.
Then there was silence except for the creaking noise of the ropes and
pulley as Katy pulled on her bonds, in a futile attempt to escape her
misery.

Josh regarded his handiwork.  Two angry red welts adorned Katy's
backside, one diagonally across the middle of her back, the other
horizontally across her buttocks.  Katy's naked body glistened with
sweat as she hung from her wrists.

Josh cautiously touched the reddened skin where the belt had struck
her lower back.  Katy jumped, not from the pain, but from surprise.
She had not heard him moving closer to her.

"Does it hurt to touch you there, Katy?"

"Umm...  no master, not really much," she managed to answer.

"I think that's enough of the belt for now, Katy.  Don't beg for
more."

"Okay, master."  Katy's mood brightened at this news.

Josh went to the side of the barn and untied the pulley rope.  Katy,
her hands now released from the hook, let herself drop to a sitting
position.  The stiff, dry hay pricked her skin and stung where it
touched the bruise on her buttocks, but it felt good to relax her body
in the musty stuff.  She looked over her shoulder at Josh, waiting for
his next command.

Josh didn't speak but instead sat down in the hay next to her.
Sitting only inches away, his eyes roamed her body, studying her
features and faults as he had not done before.  Katy suddenly felt
very aware of her nudity and, in spite of all she had been through in
the last 24 hours, blushed deeply.  She watched his eyes and in them
she could read how much the sight of her body excited him.  She
expected that at any moment he would start to explore her body with
his hands as well as his eyes.  Curiously, the thought neither angered
nor alarmed her.  But still he did not touch her.  Would he never
touch her, she wondered.

Josh rose to his feet, ordering her to do likewise.  With one of his
keys, he uncoupled the wrist cuffs but left them on her.  The
padlocks, one on each wrist, made her arms feel very heavy.  Josh then
sat back down in the hay, relaxing again.  Katy remained standing,
knowing better than to sit without permission.  Already, she knew and
feared the belt.  She did not want to learn the feel of the other
devices that Josh had brought in his backpack: the whips and crops and
who knew what else.  She guessed she had not seen all of the nasty
items that were in there.

Josh leaned his back against a wall as he scrutinized her.  Again she
felt so naked, too helpless and exposed, simply standing in front of
him in silence.  If he would just talk it would be better, even if
only to berate her.  Several times she nearly lost her balance in the
soft hay.  The handcuffs tying her ankles together made it difficult
to keep her equilibrium.

Finally, Josh spoke.  "Turn around.  Show me your back."  Katy obeyed.

"Those belt marks are really red now, Katy.  They look nice."  Katy
had not thought of this possibility before but now realized that her
skin must be quite visibly damaged where he had struck her, because it
had hurt so much.  She despaired.  She would not be able to wear her
new bikini next weekend.  This was horrible.  Then another thought
came to her and she felt even greater despair.  Stupid girl, she
thought to herself.  What bikini?  What weekend?  Your life,
everything, is at the whim of this boy.  He owns you.  He really owns
you.  Forget about it.  All you can do is obey him and hope he's
happy.  What a strange, horrible situation.  These thoughts raced
through her mind, even as Josh's gaze lingered over the soft, rounded
curves of her hips and thighs.  Inch by inch, thought by thought, her
brain crept toward an understanding of her new status.  You are his
slave, she told herself.  You've gotten yourself into this mess and
there's nothing you can do about it.  Just like he says: you are his
slave, you must do everything he tells you to do, you are his
property.  If he wants to whip you, he will.  If he wants you to beg
him to whip you, you will.  All of these thoughts spun around in
Katy's consciousness, disturbing her.  They disturbed her in a
frightening way.  She was becoming sexually aroused.  No, she thought,
she can't be.  But she could feel the wetness and the tingling.  You
are a slave, she thought.  She was confused, her mind and senses in
turmoil.

"Katy?"  Good, she thought.  Say something, do something, so I don't
have to think these thoughts.

"Yes, master?"

"Don't you think I should mark you in the front like I've marked you
in the back?  To make it even, I mean, you know?"

"Yes, master."

"Hmmm.  I dunno ‘bout that, Katy.  It's a lot of work swinging that
belt.  Really tires me out."

"I'm very sorry, master.  I'm sorry to cause you so much trouble."
Katy could not believe her own ears, but the words, those stupidly
submissive phrases, came out as though they were the most natural
thing in the world to say.  Josh, too, was surprised at how quickly
and thoroughly she was accepting her new role.  He wondered if she was
trying to trick him.

"Well, if I do it for you, it will only be if you beg me to."  Katy
winced.  She really did not want to feel that belt on her front side.
She could not imagine how painful it would be on her breasts or even
her tummy.  Yet, if she did not try to appease him he might, no,
probably would, devise a much more painful alternative.  She would
have to beg him to do it.  She knew this was the lesson she was being
taught.

"Master, I beg you to whip me in the front also."  She spoke the words
quietly and, she feared, with not enough feeling.

"Stupid, stupid cunt.  You beg your master with your back to him??
What kind of idiot are you??  Turn around and kneel at my feet if you
have to beg me."  The words stung.  I'm NOT stupid she thought.  How
dare he?  But the anger dimmed quickly , immediately, replaced with
another, nearly opposite feeling.  A feeling of surrender?  Of
devotion?  What was that feeling?  A not unpleasant feeling.  So
confusing.

Turning, Katy knelt in the hay at his feet, her bare knees nearly
brushing the soles of his sneakers.  She resumed her plea for the
belt.

"Master, I beg you to whip me in the front.  Please, Master.  Please
whip me in the front."  She tried so hard to sound as earnest as she
could that she nearly convinced herself that she wanted it.

"I'll think about it, Katy.  I'm not sure yet, though.  Maybe if
you're all set up for a good whipping I might be inspired.  Yeah,
let's try that.  Come on, follow me."  Immediately Josh jumped up and
walked quickly away toward the back of the barn.  "Hurry up slave," he
called to her.

Katy did her best to keep up with him but it was impossible to walk
fast with her ankle cuffs.  She could only take very tiny steps.  Josh
was already at the other end of the barn looking back toward her.
"HURRY UP," he shouted.  Katy felt like she was in one of those awful
dreams where she tried to run but could only go very slowly.  Josh
started walking back toward her, looking angry.  "I TOLD YOU TO
HURRY," he shouted again.

"I'm sorry, master," Katy replied, trying to sound pitiable.  Josh
walked at her side, encouraging her to greater speed with harsh slaps
to her buttocks.

"OwW."  He seemed to be targeting the belt mark.  Katy's hands were
free and she very nearly made the mistake of trying to cover her rear
with her palms.  She knew this would be a bad mistake and resisted the
urge, letting him have his way with her tender skin.  He was hitting
her hard and it hurt a lot but again that feeling started to increase
in her.  She was becoming more aroused again.  It was the touch of his
hand on her skin, she thought.  It's a natural thing.  Doesn't mean
anything.  Finally they reached their destination, after many spanks.

Josh motioned to her to stand with her back against a vertical beam.
This was a massive wooden support for a part of the hay loft.  It was
really little more than a rough hewn log perhaps 12 inches in
diameter.  At various points, mostly at eye level and higher, were
placed wooden dowels and large nails from which one could hang tools
or ropes.  Obediently Katy placed herself against the beam.  Josh
grabbed her wrists and pulled them up over her head and then back,
painfully.  She heard and felt the click of the padlock as he
reconnected the two wrist cuffs.  This was extremely uncomfortable,
worse than the partial suspension of before.  Her wrists were tied
behind the beam straining her arms painfully.  It also lifted her
breasts and forced them to stick out embarrassingly.  She could not
see him but she could hear Josh busying himself behind her.  Seconds
later she felt his fingers at her bound wrists and then felt her arms
being pulled up and back yet further.

"Owwww," she exclaimed.  Josh had tied one end of a rope to her wrist
cuffs and had looped the other end around a beam above her head and
was now pulling her arms up with the rope.  Instinctively she
straightened her body and got on her tiptoes to relieve the strain on
her aching arms.  Josh merely pulled tighter to take up that slack as
well.  When both body and rope were as tight as could be, he tied off
the end.  Katy tried to relax but her body ached.  She felt Josh's
fingers at her ankles.  Heavy coarse rope was being wound around her
ankles and calves and then tied securely.  Finally Josh stood a few
paces in front of her to assess his work.

Katy had never felt so vulnerable and helpless.  She could barely
move.

"Katy, you are so fucking gorgeous."

"Thank you, master," Katy managed to breathe.

"Now, about that belt," Josh continued.  Oh God no, Katy thought, not
that.  Please, please.  In spite of herself, she tugged and twisted at
her bonds but only succeeded in causing herself more discomfort.  Josh
grinned.

"I can see you're eager for the belt."

"Yes, master," Katy replied, remembering to take the prudent course in
her answers.

"But first I need to do one more thing."  With that he ran at top
speed to the front of the barn and immediately back again carrying his
loaded backpack.  This he dropped to the floor behind Katy.  Within
seconds he pulled out a bandana-like cloth and wrapped it around her
head, completely covering her eyes.  He tied the ends securely behind
her head.  Katy winced as the knot roughly pulled at her silky brown
hair.  And now she could see nothing.

Hearing him step away she expected at any moment to hear that horrible
whisper noise.  Her brain re-played the sound in her mind, in spite of
her efforts to think of something else.  She listened intently.  Her
body involuntarily tensed at every soft sound she heard.  Was that a
bird?  Or the belt?  A breeze this time?  Or would the next instant
bring the torturous sting of the leather?  The seconds passed.  Josh
was silent.  Was he still in the barn?  She could not hear him.  Did
he leave her?  Was this his new way to torment her?  Maybe this was
worse than the belt, she thought.  Her arms hurt so much.  How long
had it been?  He must have gone out of the barn.  Katy felt frightened
now.  He would not leave her this way, would he?  

"Master?"  She asked for him, hesitantly.  No answer.  Silence.  She
heard birds singing outside the barn.  And crickets.  Her arms hurt
more.  Now her legs and ankles grew tired and joined in the general
aching.  How long had she been like this?  Five minutes?  Twenty?  She
had no idea.  This end of the barn, away from the door, was much
warmer.  Getting hot.  No breeze.  Sweat trickled down from her brow
and down the side of her face.  The drops of sweat were the only
activity in the barn as far as she could tell.  Their journey down her
skin absorbed her interest.  Across her collarbone now.  Tickling
maddeningly as they dripped quickly between her breasts and down her
belly.  Then they disappeared from her awareness as they entered the
tiny patch of trimmed brown hair above her pussy.  Other drops took
their place.  On her brow, her arms, her thighs.  Would she go mad?
Where was the little jerk, her master?

"Master?"  She called again, this time with more urgency.

"Josh!  Where are you?  Are you there?"  She knew she risked his anger
by not calling him master but she needed him to be there.  She wanted
to hear his voice.  She wanted him.

"Bad, bad slave, Katy.  Talking without permission.  Not calling me
master.  This is very bad, Katy."

Katy didn't hear the words.  The sound of his voice was enough.  What
a relief!  He had been right in front of her all along.  What a little
jerk!  But he had not left her.

"You'll have to be punished, now, Katy."

"Yes, master.  Please forgive me master."

"I forgive you, Katy.  And now for your punishment."

Okay, thought Katy, now comes the whip.  Get it over.  This stretching
has to be worse.

"Yes, master."  She braced herself for the pain.  She heard him move
closer.  He must be inches away.  She could her him breathing.  What
was he doing?  He couldn't flog her from so close.  Then she felt his
touch.  His fingers lightly brushed her right breast, stroking her
nipple.  This is not torture.  This is nice.  Finally he is going to
touch me, she thought.  It took him long enough.  Most of the guys she
had known could barely keep their hands off of her.  Josh's fingers
felt very nice.  Now they were on both breasts.  Feels so good.  Katy
could feel herself getting wet.  Very wet.  Her nipples were so
sensitive.  She loved to have them touched like this.  Did he know
that too?  She didn't care anymore.  Just keep touching.  So nice.

PAIN.  Dreadful, deep, agonizing pain.  Josh was pinching her nipples
with his fingers as hard as he could.  Katy screamed.  Loud.  Long.

"AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhh"

"NO!!!!  STOP!!!  PLEASE!!!"  She begged him with the purest
sincerity.  Josh pinched harder.  Katy screamed again.  And again.

Finally he released his grip on her nipples, letting her breasts drop.
The pain surged as the blood flowed back.  She whimpered, then sucked
in air.  The pain diminished gradually.  Tears filled her eyes.

"Katy, I think you should thank me for doing that.  It was for your
own good but it was a lot of trouble for me to have to do it."

"Yes, master.  Thank you master."  Tell him anything he wants to hear,
Katy thought.  Make him happy.  Don't cross him.  He can and will
hurt.  She needed to get down from this beam.  Her arms were in agony,
but she dared not speak of it.

As though he had read her mind, Josh untied the rope that held her
wrists to the beam above.  Katy felt in heaven as the strain on her
arms relaxed.  Then he unlocked the wrist cuffs and untied the rope
holding her legs.  She was free of the beam.  Quickly, though, Josh
locked her cuffs together again, this time behind her back.  Pulling
her collar and leash from the backpack, Josh locked these on her as
well.  The makeshift blindfold was removed.  He then picked up the end
of the leash and led her to yet another part of the barn.

The heavy metal of the padlock bumped against her tailbone as she
walked behind him.  The handcuffs were still on her ankles so walking
was very difficult with the leash pulling on her neck.  Without her
hands to help her, she was constantly on the verge of losing her
balance as she hobbled forward.  Josh looked back at her as they went,
intrigued by the way Katy's breasts bounced and jiggled to the erratic
rhythm of her steps.  They finally stopped in front of a horse stall.
The stall was about 6 feet by 8 feet and was lined with clean straw.
In the middle of the stall was a small mattress.  It looked like
something from an old cot.  It was stained with rusty red lines where
the old bedsprings had touched it.  Katy imagined the other side of
the mattress was even less appealing.  

He's leading me to a mattress, she thought.  Not too hard to guess
what comes now.  Or is it?  Maybe he'll just tie me up again, she
wondered.

"Katy?"

"Yes, master?"

"I want to have sex with you."  He spoke quietly, almost nervously.

Oookay, Katy thought.  This is different.  What's happened to mean Mr.
Master?  Suddenly so tender.  It almost sounded like a request.  Like
he was asking if he could.  She was definitely used to that from guys.
Now she felt like she was on familiar ground.  But she answered as she
had been trained, not as her old self.

"Yes, master.  I am your property."

Katy somehow felt some sort of pleasure in this response.  She had to
give herself to him.  There could be no guilt.  She had no choice.  He
owned her after all.  She had no free will anymore.

"Katy.  Look, I gotta tell you something.  Sit down on the mattress."

"Yes, master."  Katy obeyed.  Tell her something?  She was suddenly
very curious.

"I'm a virgin."

Josh announced this as though he were telling her he had some
incurable disease or that he had just killed Kermit the Frog.  Katy
could not stop herself from giggling.  Josh raised his eyebrows.  He
actually looked hurt by her laughter.  So this was it, she thought.
He's embarrassed.  Shy about sex.  Can't let him get angry.  Quickly
she knelt at his feet, all smiles gone from her face.

"Master, please forgive me.  I'm sorry for laughing.  Really.  I'm not
laughing at you.  I think it's precious that you're a virgin.  It's
ok.  We were all virgins once, right?  Master?"  She watched his face
soften.  She could tell he wanted her badly.

"Katy.  I want to have sex with you.  Right now.  Teach me, ok?"

"Teach you, master?  It's not really very difficult."  She could
barely suppress her laughter.  "But I will help you if you want,
master."

"Yes.  Help me a little.  And don't you dare laugh or anything.  Maybe
I'm not as big as some of the guys you've been with."  Oh dear, Katy
thought.  Men are all worried about that.

"Certainly I won't laugh, master.  And I'm sure you are just the right
size for me."  This was not the first time she had used that line.

"Okay.  Then, I guess let's do it.  Umm.  But I want you to beg me for
it."

This was the first time she had ever had to beg for sex, Katy thought,
but there had been many firsts for her these past two days.

"Yes, master."

This could be fun, Katy thought.

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