Each strike brought a new wave of pain.  She was sure he must be tearing in to her flesh but she knew he was clever with the implement in his hand.  He knew just how to weld it, to use it.  She sobbed and screamed, the pain foremost in her young mind.  But underneath there was pleasure, a slowly building fire that was working through her.<br/><br/>His fingers strummed her clit, keeping her on edge.  She bucked, and pulled the chain, pain flashed into her mind and she yelped and wept.  His hand moved over her bum and down her thighs, massaging the pain, dragging in into her mind, she shook her head at his question, "no...no Sir, never again" she sobbed, her face wet and red.  Her eyes swollen with the tears.