She smiled, happily. 'And so you shall, Benton, and so you shall. Now then, down on all fours and we'll begin your training.' I got down on my hands and knees. 'Crawl towards me,' she said, and I did. When I reached her shins I felt a horribly sharp sting as she hit my backside with the crop and I yelped. I was utterly exposed. Naked, and at Clarissa's mercy, I felt strangely alive; wary yet excited by what I hoped would be a humiliating ordeal.

  She hit me again and I cried out. 'Mercy, Lady Clarissa, please show me some mercy?'  She hit me again and again until, cowering like a dog, I began to lick the toe of her leather boot. Again, I felt that sense of liberation, I felt so sexually alive, so grateful to be worshipping at the feet of my wicked goddess. 'Follow me,' she commanded and I followed at her heels, into her sitting room. She picked a small jar from the coffee table and sat down on the sofa putting the jar by her side. 'Come and lie across my lap.' She smiled. 'You're going to be my lap dog.

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