He came up close to me, and put his handsome face near to mine.

And then he explained what the itinerary was.

"I'm going to whip you." That was it.

The whole kit and caboodle!

"What?"

"I said I'm going to whip you."

"No… please… don't…"

But my pleas fell on predictably deaf ears.

There was nothing I could say or do that was going to make any sort of difference with this man.

He had it in his mind that he wanted to use a whip on me.

On me!

I'd never so much as been held tightly by a man…

And now, I was in the clutches of one that was, to say the least, a little on the wacky side…

But, what can I say?

I don't want to mislead you.

It was turning me on!

It was getting to me!

And he knew it!

I guess that's why he continued to grin, even as he went to his wall and plucked off a short, nasty little black whip.

He brought it over to me and bent it slightly in front of my face.

"This is my punisher," he said, softly. "I use it on women when they need to be punished… when they need to be taught a lesson…"

"But… I haven't done anything…"

"You, missy, are a ball-breaker. I can see it all over your face. In the way you smile, in the clothes you wear. You tease men, and I don't like that. You have to be broken… and I'm going to be the one to break you…"

"Please… don't…"

"Oh, you can beg, all right… you can bet all you want, but it won't do you a bit of good… and I'll tell you something else… by the time I'm through with you, you'll be thanking me… and begging for more… and hopelessly in love with me…"

"Never…"

He grinned wider.

"We'll see… we'll see… are you ready to kiss the whip?"

"No way!"

He stepped back.

"We'll see… your first punishment will end only when you agree to kiss the whip… when you beg me for the chance to kiss it!"