I was finishing putting on my stockings when the Master entered through the door. I was wearing a short dress with short sleeves, a thong, stockings, and heels. I knew he had forbidden me to wear them, but the temptation of seeing the clothes on the bed while I was naked had been too great.

-What are you doing dressed like that, whore?

-Master, I...

-Get on your knees, bitch.

I obeyed. I got on my knees, looking at the floor.

-If you want me to treat you like a dog, I will. You're a moron who doesn't deserve to be considered a slave.

He grabbed my ear and pulled me up. Then he sat down on the bed, put me over his knees, and lifted my skirt.

-Are you wearing a thong? You're more of a bitch than I thought.

He took the shoe and started spanking my buttocks. Each spank stung, but I knew I deserved it.

-Get on all fours on the floor and grab the leg of the bed, bitch.

-Yes, Master.

He put handcuffs on me while I remained with my buttocks in the air. I couldn't move, the handcuffs held me to the bed.

-Now you're going to learn...

He placed a chair on top of me. The legs didn't press down on me, they were on either side of my body. He sat down on it, passing a foot on either side, and continued to spank my buttocks with the shoe.

-I want to make sure you get tired before I do, slut.

-Yes, Master.

My buttocks had been burning for a while when the Master decided to stop. He then took one of my feet and brought it closer. He removed the shoe and started to run his index finger over the sole of my foot. What started as a pleasant tickle soon began to make me stretch and curl my toes. When he noticed I was sensitive enough, he firmly held my leg between his, squeezed my ankle with his left hand, and started to scratch hard with his right. Trapped by the handcuffs and the chair on top of me, I could only laugh and desperately hit the floor with my free leg. I begged him to stop. I pleaded with him to let me go. It was no use. He continued to tickle me for several minutes.

-Are you going to dress up like a little bitch again?

-No... no... I promise, Master...

-Are you sure?

-Yes, Master...

He got up, removed the chair, and opened the handcuffs. He grabbed my ear and took me to a corner of the room. He left me there on my knees, facing the wall. He took two heavy books from the shelf and ordered me to hold them with my arms outstretched.

-They're very valuable, bitch. They're worth much more than you. If you drop them, I'll give you a new ass.

Still hurting from the shoe spanking, I decided to hold the books for as long as necessary. It was impossible. Soon the one on my left arm fell.

-That's 100 spanks, said the Master.-Raise the remaining book with both arms, holding it above your head as high as you can. Don't bend your arms.

I obeyed. ...