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I was too stunned to answer.

"Robert?", she asked. Her voice was friendly. She had a British accent.

"Yes--", I began.

The whooshing sound of a whip tore through the air. I felt it sting my
left upper arm.

"We don't use that name anymore... Robin.", she said. Her voice was
coldly serious.

"Robin.", I said weakly. I wondered if my arm was bleeding. The sting
felt wide, so maybe the strike wasn't concentrated.

I suddenly realized I was naked in front of a woman. In control with a
small whip. I swallowed and gave her my full attention.

"Let me loosen that belt, Robin.", she said peacefully.

It felt so good to feel my body relax as the heavy belt was released. I
loved the woman's Friendly clear voice, and having her hands so near the
side of my ass made my cock grow a little. I didn't want to get
punished again, so I willed myself to soften.

I heard her clothing rustle as she stood up. Her fist pressed into the
center of my chest.

"No girl goes soft when I'm around, Robin." She had obviously been
paying attention.

"What's the matter, don't know what to do?", she said.

I was frozen. Here was a woman, judging from her voice I guessed she
was around 32, reaching straight into my private sexual responses with
Discipline.

I felt the cord around my neck loosen. She lifted the bag slowly, to
just above my mouth. I took several breaths of the wonderfully fresh
air.

"My name's Tracy. Say hello."

"Hello."

I heard the whip crack on the headrest.

"Hello, sir.", she said.

I gulped and replied, "Hello, sir."

"Do you have any idea what you've gotten yourself into, Robinette?", she
asked.

"I--"

The whip cracked again on the other side of the headrest.

"You can answer when I say Answer. You *are* a troublesome one.", she
said, the friendliness resuming.