(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/IetjeVanLeeuwen_Avatar01.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">IETJE VAN LEEUWEN</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Monte Carlo in her master's apartment playroom<br/><strong>With:</strong>Her master, Phillipe Creaux<br/><strong>Collar Setting:</strong>2<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ietje nodded silently at Phillipe's instructions.  She knew perfectly what to do as well but she still listened carefully.  While Phillipe said he was going to stop tormenting her for its own sake, she still made sure that he hadn't changed anything to catch her up.  She lowered her head again, placed her hands on her thighs and remained bent forward on her knees.  She knew the paddles well and only with a force of will prevented herself from tensing up in anticipation.<br/><br/>The first swat was gentle, almost caressing and Ietje remained motionless under the blow.  Keeping her head bowed she replied evenly but without emotion.  "Number one, thank you master for your kind correction."  She took the second blow quietly as well.  "Number two, master is most kind.  This slave is thankful."  She modified her response after each spank as Phillipe had trained her most carefully to avoid repetition and boring responses.<br/><br/>The next four blows were hard and punished her intensely.  Her flesh was glowing with a rosy tint and a warmth spread through her heart shaped, perfect bottom.  The pain mixed in with the haze of arousal from her earlier torment causing the tingle and warmth to spread to her sex.  The harsh, powerful strokes brought grunts of pain from the submissive woman as her responses became merely, 'three, four, five, six, thank you master for your care and effort with this slave'.<br/><br/>"Seven, eight, nine , ten, eleven, twelve, let me express my gratitude with my body for the punishment of this slave master."   The warmth in Ietje's ass had become a flaming volcano.  She had suffered worse punishments yet there was something poignant about this one given their earlier conversation.  There was a tingle of passion in Phillipe's blows that had not been present before.  Ietje could feel it in every loud, spanking caress of the perfectly shaped paddle.  He was driving the spanking to make a point that he cared yet he was firmly in charge.  Ietje would be bound irrevocably to his rules yet they would be imposed fairly and impartially.<br/><br/>She waited for what seemed to be eternity between 12 and 13.  Ietje quivered as the wait allowed the heat from her glowing ass to spread down her trembling thighs, up her lower back and deeply into her needy sex.  She wanted to press her thighs together in embarrassment at her reaction.  So engrossed in her feelings, Ietje started as Phillipe smacked her ass for number 13. "Thirteen, that was wonderful master, thank you."<br/><br/>Her body was in fire, her nipples now tight and erect.  Ietje clenched her teeth hard to keep from crying out in pain.  She tightened her grip on her thighs to restrain herself.  There would be deep red marks afterward but at least she would retain her pride.  "Fourteen!  Ah... thank... thank you master."  Ietje couldn't muster up the focus to come up with a snappy response as she struggled to stay calm and still.<br/><br/>Wait... wait... wait... what was he doing?  Ietje wanted to scream at him to spank her, to spank her and get it over with!  No, no... she would not give in.  How could she respect herself?  How would he respect her?  Time... time... time... God, god, god... oh god just spank me!  SLAP!  Finally, oh finally... Ietje sobbed out; "Fifteen... oh god thank you thank you master."  She let him pull him back into his arms.  Ietje sobbed slightly not from pain or even relief but from the emotion of the spanking, from her reaction to wanting to control herself both for him and for her.  Perhaps for her something changed in that moment, something shifted even as he held her.  "Thank you master, thank you for being firm and fair without cruelty."