What do women want , answered (Sigmund Whiplash)

She had presented her self to him, wet and ready, eager to please, too eager, like a school girl presenting her pretty little pussy to a headmaster to escape punishment it was her aim to obtain it. It was disrespectful," Is this your obedience, am I some fool to be distracted with your bit of fluff ?" He rent her back entry, too fast for her to get a rhythm and start to enjoy it, just a few strokes to weaken her knees. "Wait for me here and stay perfectly still"
 "I require strength, anyone can enslave the weak" his words were her mantra. She had to be strong to earn her punishment and his instruction, she had been standing for hours, cold and scorned, droplets of dew had accumulated in the time and ran down her naked body. One drop suddenly gained momentum it rolled past her sex and the next entry, the one most recently used. Even though it was icy cold it took her back, when the drops were hot, her own nectar mixed with his. She took herself back more, all those times she'd stood before and hot, sticky fluid had gushed from her cunt, she savored it a moment, it was familiar and comforting.  "I am weak" she thought, ashamed that she couldn't even stand and wait without her mind attempting to flee.
 He finally returned with a cat, " Don't fail me, if you fall, I'll stop" and began to strike, lash after lash, in perfect time with her heaving breath, her breasts took up the motion, and she rocked back to meet each blow. He knew her well and this was exactly how she liked it. It was time to spoil her. She filled him with pride, no rack of oak and hemp could have held her straighter than her will.
This was woman, eternal, the source of all life, all strength and now her took her again but like a woman not a boy