“I am Your whore, Master. I am Your whore.” Rosie hung her head in resignation and embarrassment. The humiliation had to be a part of it. But it didn’t feel like humiliation when he made her do it. It felt like identification and libration of who she was deep down inside. She was a whore. She was also a wife, leader, and a damn good cook. Wanting to beg for his cock and his cum made her a whore, not a loser. It was simply acknowledging a big part of who she thought she was. She didn’t want to be everyone’s whore. She wanted to be his. Completely and his.

“I know you are, my love. I just wanted to hear you say it. Now, wash yourself and the toy that has been up there for a while. I am ready to punish your ass, and I would like to get on with it.” With that, he patted her on the same sore spot he had swatted earlier, making her wince. As she tottled off to the bathroom to start his cleaning regime, she heard opening the cabinet and testing the cane with simply horrendous swishes.

Thoroughly cleaning her ass before anal sex was something she realized her desire for it quickly when Dominic expressed his interest in claiming her there. After playing around with some smaller toys, he had told her that she was unique in that she could orgasm anally as some women struggled to orgasm that way. When Dominic had discovered this, he was elated. Anal was by far the lesser favorite of her orifices, but it just offered up such variety in combination. Not only that but by punishing her asshole, he upped the orgasm for her. She, indeed, was perfect.

She had learned that saline worked best for cleaning her dark passage, so she began the process with an internal rinse and ended with a quick soak in the tub to clean herself. As she lowered herself into the bathtub, Dominic appeared carrying a tray. Rosie thought of the sting of the water against the spot he had chosen to torment earlier. Setting it down on her vanity, she could smell ginger from a small bowl in the array.

“Now, darling, While you soak that pretty bottom and get it ready, I will prepare your mind for what I am about to do to you. You already know the history and “old time” uses of figging on horses and enslaved people and the like, but what I want you to consider is this. I am going to use this. “ he held up a root of ginger that was about three inches long and an inch wide. It had been peeled and carved with a flare in one end to keep it from going up inside of her, “You are going to put this in your rectum. It is going to burn you like fire, my sweet Rosie. Oh, how you will cry. But it will do no permanent damage, so you will keep it in for three minutes before I start your punishment spanking. Unfortunately for you, I want you to keep it in for your strokes—all of them. Every time you clench your gorgeous red cheeks, it will torment you with its burn just a little more. Perhaps you can learn not to clench so much and take your spankings better, hmm? Maybe two birds with one stroke, as it were?”

Rosie felt her stomach drop. She looked down into the water and wondered what she had gotten herself into. This might be more than she could take. She had never used her safeword with him but honestly didn’t know if she could.

“Rethinking your dilemma, my love? Good. Perhaps you will not allow your ass to go unfucked for so long in the future. Now. I’m tired of waiting. Stand up, turn around, and spread your cheeks. When you get into position on your couch, I’ll start the timer, but the ginger goes in now, and you may not go to your punishment couch wet. No need to speak, just do it, slut.”

Rosie got up, dripping from the water, and bent over to give her master access to her ass. She pulled her cheeks apart and sighed as the cold ginger root pierced her tight ring. As it slid into place deep in the recesses of her bowels, she could feel the ginger root streak a line of heat deep inside her. It started as a cold intrusion and quickly warmed. Soon, a molten ingot of heat was inside her, and she wanted nothing more for it to be removed. But begging was hard; it was so hard for her. Then she remembered saying precisely she needed part of his regime and training.

The burn was starting to hurt now. She quickly got her towel and dried off. In her ass, she struggled not to clench the offending object. But, when she clenched, her clit got a little bit of pressure. So the ginger was truly horrible as it made her pay for just gleaning pleasure from the situation with a stabbing heat in her ass. She started to swing her hips involuntarily, moving in time with the heartbeat she could feel deep in her guts, corresponding to the burn from the root.

“Well done, whore. Now, lean over so that your tits are hanging off the side. While we are waiting for the timer to go off, I’m going to see if I can put those nipples through a little treatment. Hold yourself up so that I can get to them now.”

Rosie thought only of willing herself not to clench her ass. How could it still be getting hotter? She moved to get her arms out before her and had to change positions to get herself forward. Fire raced through her entire being. Her head flew up, and tears threatened to enter her mouth as she searched for him. Surely this was destroying her ass. Undoubtedly, she would be harmed by this; the pain was too great.

“I know, enslaved person. I know.” Dom took a seat right in front of her at eye level and, grabbed both of her nipples harshly and began to twist. The twisting made her want to clench even more, forcing her to relax into the pain from her breasts voluntarily. “I know, “it burns, it hurts,” he said mockingly. Then, giving a swift tug to her already tortured nipples, he whispered, “And you love every bit of it.” Kissing her deeply, he reached for clover nipple clips. I’m using these, slave, because they tighten when you pull at them.” Roughly tugging her nipples, he cruelly snapped the clamp down on her reddened nubs. By this time, she was openly sobbing. “Not over yet, slave. Since I know you like to squirm, and I figure it will be worse tonight, I’m going to tie you up by those sweet tits of yours. See, the chain from the clamps loops around the rope I usually use for your feet. If you move too much, you are going to rip those poor little nipples right off. Or, at least, you will feel like you do if you try to get too far out of position.”

As the clamps pulled her nipples down, she did her best to hold her position with her ass over the side of the chaise lounge. She bit her bottom lip as she fought between the pain in her tits and the ever-rising heat in her ass. She was squirming badly when she saw Dominic pull out the implement drawer and select the wooden spoon—his favorite. Well, at least it wasn’t the cane.

Dominos swished the wooden spoon through the air, near enough for her to hear it. He honestly enjoyed the little thing. Although it came from the “household” section, he thought its versatility and ability to make her cry was worth the crossover. He could weld like a madman, peppering her upper thighs, fleshy butt, and sides. Or, he could be specific, targeting her sit spots and hitting them over and over and over until she was nothing but a screaming mass of tears and sobs.

The moment he lived for was when her body relaxed into the blows and didn’t resist them anymore when she stuck out her ass further and begged him to make her scream harder.

As the timer finally went off, he aimed the first strokes at the tops of her thighs. Quick smacks landed with intakes of breath from her. They weren’t that intense.

“Now, whore. You could say I will deliver these next swats with a bit more heat. Hold still.”

As the first stroke landed across her ass, she felt herself clench, and a streak of lightning started in her ass and ran directly to her clit. She felt a white-hot flame of pain deep within her bowels. It itched, it burned, it felt like she wanted to turn her insides out and rub herself to get rid of the horrid root. At the same time, she had jerked up from the shock, and her tits were now screaming in pain as the bite of the clamps tugged them.

“I warned you about clenching and moving too much, slut. Now, I’m going to light your ass up. No need to count. These are more for me than you. Prepare yourself.”

Rosie took a deep breath and tried not to think of the ache deep in her gut and her neglected clit. She spread her legs a little and got a sharp smack on her thigh.

“I’ll do your clit soon enough. Stay for me.” He flicked the wretched stick to smack her newly exposed slit. She yelped and got back into position, trying desperately to keep the pull off her tormented nipples and her burning ass in the air. It was starting to be too much. Her ass was in a puddle of pain, her tits were stretched and pinched, and every time she clenched to try to get some pressure on her clit, her ass flared in agony even more.

He lit into her ass with a quick succession of strokes applied to her buttocks and her upper thighs. She was unable to control her squirming as he started the second round on her sit spots, and she finally pulled free of the nipple clamps with a yelp.

Dominic stopped and got a glass of water from the table beside the chaise lounge. “Put them back on, slave.” He chugged the water as he watched her carefully hold her prone body over the lounge and roll her tender nipples to attach the biting clamps, grimacing as they claimed her nipples and pulled them taught beneath her.

Dominic was not without sympathy, but he was watching her involuntarily wiggle her ass back and forth, trying to dislodge the assaulting ginger. He laughed, leaning down to kiss her deeply.

“Are you so desperate not to beg for my cock in your ass? By my estimation, you should have started begging me about two minutes ago. Don’t you want my cock, little one? Wouldn’t my cock help relieve that horrible pain for you?”

Rosie was almost precisely at the right point internally. She was in complete and total agony, with the majority of her erogenous zones getting attention. She wanted it to be over, she thought, but the uncertainty must have been in her voice. “Yes, Master. Please. Will you use my ass? Please put your thick cock in my tight hole and fuck this pain out of me. Please, Master.”

“Oh, that was sweet, slave. So sweet.” He kissed her deeply again and looked her dead in the eye.