STORY

Lessons

The leaden skies of the first winter storm matched my mood. Accidents resulting from the rain-slicked roads had made me late, and bad driving all around me was quite stressful. I did manage to call on my cell phone, but that hadn’t improved my disposition. Tatiana came out to greet me.

She was wearing jeans and a tee shirt. I wondered what she had in mind, as I’d never seen her dressed this way for a session. The pensive expression was also unusual for her, hinting of something dark. She took my hand in both of hers.

"Your training has reached a stage where it is time to move to the next level. I have asked a colleague for her assistance. Today, I am giving you to Mistress Lithia."

I guess I let my disappointment and apprehension show.

"I am asking for your trust in this matter," she said quietly. "I have taken you to places that frightened and disturbed you, but I’ve always brought you back safely. Your obedience to Mistress Lithia is something I desire, and believe will be beneficial to you. You may opt out, however."

"No, Ma’am. I do trust you. I accept your gift of my submission to Mistress Lithia."

"Oh, Good! I’m pleased," she said, smiling broadly.

She led me upstairs to the dungeon and directed me to make the usual preparations.

"Mistress Lithia will be along shortly. Her style is quite different from mine. If you are to receive the value for which I hope from this experience, you will need to communicate with her. I’ve deliberately not told her a great deal about you. She was pleased at the possibility of my gift of your submission."

In a few moments I was kneeling in the center of the room, my clothing neatly folded in the corner. It seemed to take an eternity for Mistress Lithia to arrive. My mind raced, a mixture of apprehension and excitement. What lay in store for me? Why had Tatiana done this? What did she expect from me? Would I be able to meet Tatiana’s expectations with Lithia? I bowed my head and put my hands behind my back as she entered at last.

"I am Mistress Lithia. You may stand up."

"Yes, Ma’am."

"That is Tatiana’s preference. I prefer ‘Mistress’," she said icily.

"I understand, Mistress."

She was clad in black leather, including a mask. Her mouth wasn’t covered and showed a flat, detached look. The leather pants creaked slightly as she moved and the chains from the jacket’s epaulets jingled. She held a notebook, with a menacing riding crop under it. I couldn’t imagine for what the stopwatch dangling from a lanyard around her neck would be used.

I held out my hands, palms up.

WHACK!

"What the…," I blurted without thinking.

She had completely surprised me with the blow from the crop across my hands. It wasn’t all that painful, just a shock. I was expecting a gentle mist of disinfectant; that’s how Tatiana always started. My palms tingled slightly as I cast my eyes back down in submission.

"You must learn to better control your outbursts. We are both familiar with Tatiana’s rituals, but I am not Tatiana. She has directed you to submit to me, and I expect that you will be better at it than this rude start! You will wait for my instructions."

"I’m sorry, Mistress Lithia. I shall try to be better."

She moved the bondage chair to the center of the room and motioned for me to sit down. She strapped my legs to the chair, leaving me completely exposed. Curiously, she left my hands free. I kept my gaze downward to the floor.

I felt her hand under my chin, raising my head to look at her face.

"Tell me something that is difficult for you and that would amuse me."

"Well, I…"

WHACK!

Another blow from the crop, harder this time, across my thigh

"Wrong answer. Try again."

"I, ah, um… What would amuse Mistress Lithia?"

"Ah, much better. You don’t know, so don’t guess. Like Tatiana, I am amused by images in prose, poetry and music, although our interests have almost no overlap."

"I once wrote Tatiana a sonnet, which was very hard for me. She appeared to be amused by it."

Lithia scowled and in a flat monotone said, "I’m afraid we don’t have time for that and I wouldn’t enjoy sitting here while you struggled with the rhyme and meter. Are you familiar with the form haiku?"

Long ago over too many beers in a Tokyo bar, my Japanese counterpart had tried to explain the beauty of haiku, but I was never really able to appreciate it. I had done a little research, but the short poems almost never conjured the images their authors had intended. To me they were just small observations in an overly constrained form. I was sure some of the issue was the subtlety and multiple meanings of Japanese words and phrases that could not be easily mapped into English.

"Yes, Mistress Lithia. Three lines, 5,7 and 5 syllables, with a ‘cutting’ separating distinct thoughts."

"Very good. You will have five minutes to compose a haiku inspired by our session. If it pleases me, I may refrain from using my crop for a while."

She handed me the notebook and clicked the stopwatch. I was so nervous, I fumbled with the zipper and almost dropped it. I hadn’t thought to ask, but fortunately there was a pen in the front pocket. My mind was a total blank. Maybe back in high school I’d written a haiku, but certainly not since. With moments to spare the last line clicked into place. I quickly copied the mess of cross outs to a fresh piece of paper and handed to her, again casting my eyes to the floor.

Mercy! Pain's too much.
No, Lithia please don't stop.
Your crop makes me whole.

"Hmm, some merit, but no reference to the seasons, as a good haiku must have. I think ten strokes should inspire a better haiku."

She swung the crop directly onto my privates. The blow wasn’t hard but the pain was real. My mind raced. Sure only nine more, that won’t be so hard to take. Now it’s only eight… Only one more, you can take it. Tears were starting to well up as the final blow hit.

"No, on second thought perhaps 25 would be more appropriate."

"Mercy," I gasped after the eighteenth blow.

"Yes, I’ll stop now. I don’t care how tough you think you are, I can take you far past any point you think you can endure, this was just a quick way to demonstrate that. Your safeword is important. Try again."

If writing the first haiku was hard, this was doubly so. All I could focus on was the lingering pain in my loins, but I knew if I wasn’t able to produce an acceptable haiku for her, she would be disappointed. I didn’t even think about what she might do, just that I wanted desperately to please Mistress Lithia. Another band of rainstorms was crossing outside.

Rain pelts the window.
The crop pelts tender manhood.
Both should be savored.

"Hmm, almost interesting. Savor this!"

The crop began anew on my agonized loins. The blows were gentler, and quicker. I was within seconds of safewording when she stopped, shifted the focus of her blows and began hitting the insides of my thighs with a series of soft blows that evoked images of the rain in my mind. The rhythm and intensity ebbed and flowed like the bands of showers from a Pacific winter storm. Only this storm wouldn’t have a rainbow, just the bright red of my battered flesh.

"May I speak, Mistress?"

"Yes, you may."

"The last few minutes make me think of the rain outside. You match its rhythms."

"Good, you perceived my intent. It pleases me that you chose to tell me, even though I hadn’t asked for your input. Look at me."

I looked into her eyes, flashing fiery behind the mask. The rain of blows on my thighs increased in intensity. She inhaled deeply, and I matched her breathing. With our breathing and her cropping gradually synchronized I began to feel that detached, semi-trance state that endorphins sometimes bring on. After I don’t know how long she stopped, and drew her finger nails across the redden parts of my thighs. They left white trails, almost like contour lines on a topo map.

"Ah, very nice. I like to look at how I’ve hurt you."

She released me from the chair, led me to the wall and said, "Put your hands on the wall as far as you can reach over your head."

I had no idea what she had in mind but complied with her odd request.

She opened a drawer and took out a roll of masking tape. Climbing up on a chair she affixed a small strip of it just beyond my fingers. My arms were already starting to tire when she climbed down and stood behind me.

"How long do you think you could keep your fingers on the tape?"

"I really have no idea, maybe a couple of minutes, Mistress. I’d have to stand on my toes to reach."

"I desire that you touch the tape for five minutes while you compose another haiku. You may lower your arms for a moment to prepare."

"Thank you, Mistress."

WHACK!

"I shall mark the time in this way, every fifteen seconds. You’ll have to keep track to know how much time you have left. Start now."

I stretched to reach the tape. Her blows were a distraction, and the ache from my now trembling muscles seemed to preclude clear thought. I shuffled the words in my mind, while at a growing distance my physical body screamed from the acid buildup in my muscles. At last, through clenched teeth I gasped out:

Winds bend the redwoods.
I strain to please the Mistress.
Submission draws me.

"Acceptable," she said flatly. "You may sit down if you wish."

Mistress Lithia reached behind her head and untied the mask, shook out her golden mane, and went back to being Tatiana. She dropped the mask on the table and beckoned me to her embrace.

"You have pleased me today. You accepted me as Mistress Lithia, and responded well to the lessons. Our future sessions will better for each of us if you keep today’s experience in mind. You may see Lithia again from time to time."

"Thank you, my Goddess."

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