The Whipping

I was wearing skinny jeans that were skin tight, showing off my curvy long legs. I had a tight cropped halter top that let my flat stomach and smooth curves show. My hair was in a ponytail and my lashes were coated in mascara. I had my black “fuck me pumps” on and was waiting for him. “Hey baby, nice ass.” He ran a hand over my ass and I shuttered, wanting more. “Come on” he led me to the room and to a gleaming saddle on a steady metal stand. He jerked his chin to it and I swung up. He disappeared and came back with a small leather whip. He used the straps on the saddle to tie me up. My stomach was against the cold leather and my hands tied together bellow the saddle. My ankles were tied together at the other end. He used the last one to push my hips down. He then unruled the whip and backed up. I closed my eyes and felt the first sting of the whip on my ass. I gasped. “Keep still bitch or I’ll leave you here for a bit as punishment.” The whip hit my ass again and I bit the saddle. I was beginning to get wet as he continued to whip my little ass. I grinded gently against the saddle, wanting his dick. The last whip was stronger then the others and I cried out. He rubbed my ass softly and kissed my head. “Now, you kept moving even though I warned you. I’m gonna leave you here for 4 hours. You’re going to drink 6 glasses of water now and...well you get it” he grinned like a wolf and strides out of the room. The moment he left, a server came in with a jug of water and a glass. I drank 6 glasses without complaining then laid my head down on the saddle and waited.

I knew this was what he wanted. I prepared to lossen my bladder. First there was a small drop from my pussy into my panties, then a small stream that soaked through the skimpy thong and began on my jeans. The warmth spread outwards, wetting my thighs and ass. It began to run down the saddle and I grinded. The water was all coming back out. The pee began to soak down my legs and soon all of the jeans were soaked, now there was no room. It overflowed the waist band and ran along my stomach. It covered in and ripped to the floor. The pee was done. Now I had to sit in it.

He came back and chucked. “Good girl!” He clapped his hands and I did my retrains. “Would you like to clean up now?” I nodded and he led me to the shower.