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catch in her throat. It was all she could do to gasp, ‘Two,’ in a voice she barely recognised as her own.
    â€˜Good girl,’ he murmured, letting the whip hang in the air for a second. Max watched the way the girl reacted, observing her with the eyes of a true master, watching for signs of her panic and fear, reading and relishing them like a good book. She looked exquisite, bent over the chair, her creamy flesh reddening under his ministrations.
    The next stroke was a fraction harder and she cried out again, wondering how hard they would get, whether she would be able to stand the pain, whether having come this far she had made a terrible mistake, and whether she should get away now.
    He hit her again and Maggie gasped, ‘Four,’ between gritted teeth.
    Max smiled, feeling the stirring in his groin and more than that, the stirring deep in his soul. He adored hearing his women scream - both with pleasure and with pain He drew back the crop for the fifth stroke; it wouldn’t take Maggie long to realise that pleasure and pain were just different sides of the same coin and no more than a heartbeat way.
    After the sixth stroke he ran his hand over her glowing backside, stroking and kneading the tender flesh. She was wonderfully wet and he could feel her juices soaking into the thin fabric of her knickers and smell the soft musk of her growing arousal.
    This time his finger strayed to rub the throbbing bead of her clitoris. As his fingertip found its mark he could feel her whole body tense and then slowly begin to move against him, seeking a release that, although she was unaware of it, was a very long way off.
    Just as she found a rhythm Max stopped and pulled her knickers down to her knees. This time there was no tenderness. He felt her flinch and before she could recover he brought the crop down again across her bare buttocks.
    â€˜Ohhh…’ she wailed. ‘No, please… that hurt, that hurt.’
    â€˜How many?’ he demanded.
    â€˜S-seven,’ she sobbed, and he hit her again, her body twisting away. ‘Stand still and count, bitch,’ he growled.
    â€˜Eight,’ she gasped. He could hear the tears in her voice but didn’t hold back.
    â€˜Nine,’ she cried out and twisted away again, the weals rising white and then reddening on her creamy skin.
    â€˜If you move again I will tie you down,’ he warned. ‘Perhaps I should tie you anyway…’
    Maggie, bent over the chair, trembling furiously, said nothing.
    â€˜Well?’ he said, drawing the loop of the crop across her legs, the merest touch enough to make her stiffen. ‘What do you say? Would you like me to tie you down?’
    There was a heady silence, and then she said, ‘I don’t know.’
    He smiled. ‘Come, come, my dear, isn’t that what you’ve always dreamed of, to be tied and beaten and used for some faceless man’s demands? To be fucked, to suck cock until your mouth fills with spunk, to feel him fucking your cunt, and your arse…?’
    Her reply was a muffled sob.
    â€˜Well, I am that man, Maggie.’ And as he spoke he hit her again.
    â€˜Ten!’ she cried, her whole frame quivering.
    He slipped his free hand between the cheeks of her bottom. Her sex opened like a flower to him and he pressed two fingers deep inside her. She offered no resistance, and as he pulled back he smeared the juice from her sex over the tight little rosebud of her bottom. He felt her tense as he stroked it, and then let his finger move to rub down over the hood of her clit. She let out a little sob of pleasure and he pressed a little harder, dipping back into her sex to lubricate his caress.
    â€˜Halfway, Maggie,’ he said. ‘Well, would you like me to stop?’ Silence fell and he felt Maggie wrestling with all the fears and doubts she’d ever had.
    After a few moments she said, ‘No, master,’ in a weak voice, and Max smiled