"I did not say you could lick me, Quinn. You really are a very badly behaved slave tonight. That clever tongue of yours will not deter me from whipping you." She stepped back just slightly and held out the leather strap to him. "Kiss it, and thank me for what I am about to do," she said softly.

He kissed the strap-a slow, deep kiss. "I would rather this be your succulent lips, mistress, but thank you for the correction you will give me."

Ashley smiled and moved around behind the slave. Raising her arm, she brought it down with all her strength upon his deliciously wicked butt. For the next few minutes the only sound in the room was the strap smacking Quinn's ass, but then, as the color of his buttocks began to glow pink and then a fine burnished red, Quinn groaned. This admission of her superiority let a flood of pleasure fill her. "Are you getting hard, Quinn?" she demanded of him. "I want you as hard as rock." The strap bit into his succulent flesh several more times.

"I am hard, mistress. So hard I will keep you writhing with pleasure for the next several hours if you will but let me," Quinn told her. The leather about his cock hurt him.

"Are you certain you can keep your promise to me?" Ashley asked him. "If you do not I shall devise an even more painful punishment, Quinn."

"See for yourself, mistress," he invited her.

Lowering her arm and setting the strap aside, she moved around before him and bent down. The straps on the slave's penis were near to bursting. She undid them, freeing him of the tight leather. The penis swelled a bit more. "Perhaps you are ready, or near to it," Ashley allowed. "A few more strokes and you will be near. Then I will finish you off with my mouth before I let you fuck me," she told him. Picking up the strap, she laid five more blows upon him. Then, setting the tawse aside, she moved to the bedside, where a basket of toys was waiting. Choosing a finger-thick piece of marble with a silver loop handle at its end, she dipped it into a bowl of sweet oil.