The Price of Fame

He laughed, as her demeanor seemed to completely change. He wasn't going to oblige her request, even if she did say it nicely. Without a word, he whipped her back a third time. For the fourth, he went down to her ass. He liked the way her ass moved upon being struck by the crop, so he did it again, and again. â??Are you going to behave, Katherine? ,â? He asked, leaning against the wall so that she could see him by turning her head.

Though Katherine did lessen her harsh tone, it was only for a second. Ianâ??s laugh just angered her more than she already was, and the short bit of submission she showed him was instantly taken back. By the third strike she let out an angry grunt before her breath hitched in surprise as the crop hit her ass. Her teeth clenched tightly as he continued. Katherine struggled a bit against the cuffs that held her in place, trying to move her body away from the lashes. When Ian moved to the wall to question her, she shuck her head in anger and glared at him. â??Fuck you,â? She growled through still clenched teeth.

Ian moved away from the wall, and went back to striking her. He had only hit her with the crop a few times, hoping maybe she'd be softened up enough, but this time he would just keep going. He started with her back, first moving to her upper back, and then to her lower back, then her ass. That was followed by her thighs. He had whipped her many times, when he finally stopped and said, â??Are you done being a pretentious bitch yet, Katherine?â?

Katherine just closed her eyes and tried to suck it up. Tears were forming in her eyes from the pain as Ian continued to lash out at her back. Oh it hurt so much! She could feel the welts on her back after every smack. It felt like hours before he had stopped and though she was ready to stop with the dignified front she was showing him, she wasnâ??t ready to give in and be his little bitch. So instead of giving Ian an answer she just kept her eyes closed tightly, breath held in her chest.

He reached over, and grabbed her head. His hand was under her jaw, and his fingers were pressed into her cheeks. He turned her head towards him, as he stood beside her, and said, â??Are you going to quit fighting me now, Katherine? Answer me.â? The way he saw it, was that he was being nice enough to allow her to eat, take a shower, and use the bathroom - things she didn't deserve. Therefor, she should behave properly towards him. â??You should be greatful,â? He said, â??That I didn't just leave you in that container to piss yourself and starve to death.â?

The second Ian touched her face, Katherineâ??s eyes jolted open and she glared at him as he turned her head to face him. She didnâ??t want to answer him, she didnâ??t even want to speak. He had no reason to treat her the way he was, and Katherine was just completely fed up. At this point she didnâ??t care what he did to her. â??Iâ??ll never be grateful for the things you do, you didnâ??t need to do this to me in the first place,â? she growled at him, tugging angrily at her restraints and trying to move her head up and out of his grip. â??Fuck you,â? She spat at him again.

Ian decided that the riding crop wasn't effective enough. He put it back, and picked up the much more serious implement, commonly referred to as the cat o' nine tails. Unlike the crop, it would actually cause the skin to be broken. He swung it back, and brought it down upon her back. â??This is why you should be greatful,â? He said, and struck her on the back again, â??Because if you don't, you get just what you deserve.â? He struck her a third time, ensuring that more pain was inflicted on her, than what would have been inflicted by the simple riding crop. After that, he stopped. â??What do you have to say now?â?