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Cracking the Whip	By : cleverkinkster Category: +M to R > Neon Genesis Evangelion Views: 40294 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 5: The Punishment
            Thusfar, Shinji had exceeded Misato’s wildest dreams. She couldn’t believe that a person could be that submissive without any prior training. She had expected a fair amount of renewed resistance, not docile acceptance of everything she put him through. She thought for sure he was going to draw the line at swallowing her piss. She had expected that he would set the table as per normal, and had only planned on punishing him by making him eat it all off the floor. But the nasty little sadist in her took control and she decided to push him farther than she really should have.
            And he didn’t break.
            She used Shinji’s “corner time” as an opportunity to quickly relieve some of her frustration. The look on his face as she soaked his breakfast in hot urine had simply been too much for her to handle. It was nearly intolerable, sitting there waiting for him to finish eating. She had kept quiet this time, not wanting the boy to know. Not that it probably mattered much, as he was so lost in la la land comically trying to grind his dick against the wall that he would never have noticed her moaning cries.
            Now she had him kneeling on the coffee table, cock trapped in a specialty titanium chastity cage that she had held onto for all these years, nervously awaiting whatever suffering she had in store for him. She had picked dark jeans to wear because she didn’t want any wet spots showing.
            Misato threaded her fingers through Shinji’s brown hair and pulled his head back sharply. Leaning forward, she placed her lips to his in a searing, powerful kiss that left him breathless. She pulled back a bit. “Did you like that, Shinji?” The boy nodded dumbly. “What would you endure in order for me to do that again?”
            Utterly entranced by her, the boy could only give one answer. “Anything, Mistress.”
            She drew away, signaled her pet to follow, and headed towards her room. Previously that week she had visited a hardware store and purchased a considerable amount of DIY BDSM gear, including many yards of rope, some wooden dowel rods, and several bags of clothespins (the cashier had raised an eyebrow, but wisely said nothing). It wasn’t the standard of material she had used as a pro-domme, but until Ritsuko came through on the expense account, it was the best she could afford.
            When Shinji crawled into the room behind her, she ordered him to stand. She expertly bound his arms together lengthwise behind his back and then ran the end of the rope through an eye bolt in the ceiling, pulled it snug, and tied it off. This forced him to bend over sharply in a sort of strappado position in order to relieve the strain on his shoulders. Misato then bound the boy’s ankles together and brought the rope up and around his neck, making him bend forward even more. As a final nasty touch she used a “tongue clamp” (two chopsticks held painfully together around the tongue by rubber bands) and attached a string to it, with the other end connected to his cock cage. Any movement he made would pull painfully on his tongue. It might not hurt much right after she put it on, but she knew that the tongue was something that became agonizingly sore very quickly. It also prevented any sort of coherent speech.
            With her pet all trussed up and gagged (and, unfortunately, drooling on her floor uncontrollably), Misato took a few minutes to explore the boy’s body. She let her hands wander teasingly along his taut back and legs, occasionally tickling, but mostly just playing with her new property. She tugged a few times on the string, relishing in the pained grunts it caused. She could see in Shinji’s eyes that he was thinking that this wasn’t so bad. She decided it was time to burst his bubble.
            “Did you think that this was your punishment, Shinji? Just a little tight bondage?” His scared expression told her that that was indeed the case. “Poor boy,” she said cruelly, “this is just to make sure you don’t run away or fight too hard.” She walked over to her dresser and picked up a 32” long dowel rod. “This is your punishment.” She took position at the boy’s side and raised the rod into the air, holding for a moment to soak in her pet’s nervous moans, then brought it down hard onto his vulnerable rear where it landed with a loud CRACK.
            Misato was immensely glad all of her close neighbors had fled the city for the instant the pain registered in Shinji’s mind he let out an earsplitting scream of agony. “Did that hurt?” she asked mockingly as she traced a finger along the fiery line that was slowly forming across Shinji’s buttocks. He probably knew the question was rhetorical, but that didn’t stop his desperate attempts to beg her to stop. Unfortunately for him, the clamp made that totally impossible.
            Not bothering to waste more time, Misato launched into his beating in earnest. Strike after strike landed across his battered cheeks, quickly covering them in angry red welts. The woman noted with no small amount of satisfaction that even after all these years her placement was perfect; every line was parallel, and not a single one overlapped with another. It was especially impressive given the boy’s desperate struggling as he tried to pull away, something that only brought more pain to his shoulders and no relief from the merciless rod. Misato didn’t keep count of her blows, for she had no set limit to count towards. She was waiting for the boy to break down, to cease his pointless struggles and simply stand and take the pain that she was giving to him.
            It took over 50 swats, but eventually Shinji went limp and started responding to each blow with more of a groan than a wail. Misato knew that past this point of resignation nothing would be accomplished by drawing it out longer. She gave him a few more hard blows just for fun and then placed the rod back on her dresser. She came around in front of him and squatted down to remove the infernal tongue clamp. As he worked the kinks out of the soft muscle she held his tear-streaked face up to hers.
            “That looked like it hurt, pet. Now I have a choice for you to make. See, this whole thing’s got me pretty worked up, and if I don’t get off soon I’m going to explode. I could untie you now and send you away to make lunch while I have some fun by myself, or I could let you stay here and watch. But you have to do something to earn the privilege of seeing your Mistress cum.”
            Shinji frowned. “W-what would I have to do?”
            “If you stay, I’m going to hurt you more. Not with the cane, something else.” Misato brought her other hand up and began massaging a breast, calling the boy’s attention to the nipples that were trying to poke their way through her shirt. “This is what you do to me, Shinji. You’re so beautiful when you suffer for me. I can barely control myself.” She took her hand from his face and slid it past the waistband of her jeans, then brought it back out. She showed him the sheen of her juices on her fingers and then held them up to his mouth. He licked at them, first tentatively, then eagerly. She allowed him to suck them clean, then stood up. “So?”
            “Please, Mistress. Hurt me. Do what you want.” He gave her a look that was so open and genuine that it was all she could do not to grab him up in a bear hug. “I just want to make you happy.”
            She stroked his cheek lovingly. “You do, Shinji, and you will.” She moved back to the dresser and pulled on a latex glove and grabbed a small glass jar. She knelt behind Shinji and opened the jar. Instantaneously the smell of spices and menthol permeated the air. “This is called tiger balm, Shinji. Its primary use is for treating muscle aches and pains, its secondary use is for torturing slave boys.” She scooped a generous amount of the red balm out of the jar with one finger and began slowly working it into the boy’s exposed asshole. She knew that it would only tingle a bit at first, but would gradually build in heat until it felt like his ass was literally on fire. Satisfied that she’d used enough, she tossed the glove and pulled out her familiar rabbit vibrator. She stripped out of her jeans and panties, too horny to make a show of it, and settled herself on the floor in front of her trussed up pet. He had a slight pained expression on his face, telling her the balm was beginning to do its wicked work.
           Without wasting any more time, Misato buried the vibe in her cunt and switched it to full speed. As the pleasure began to build inside her, she delighted in watching poor Shinji’s dilemma of the agony in his ass and the ecstasy that was playing out before him. He was breathing almost as hard as she was now, occasionally letting out pained groans as the heat grew to intolerable levels. The tremendous pain was evident on his face, but he never lost his intense focus on the sight of his Mistress masturbating to his suffering. The look in his eyes was as much desire as it was agony, and she was sure his poor cock was straining against its infernal cage.
            His pain built in tandem with her pleasure, and the two managed a miraculous crescendo where tears began to roll from the boy’s eyes just as Misato’s body exploded in bliss. This was different from the orgasm she had experienced last night: more of a devastating crash than a series of rapturous waves. Different, but no less amazing. She flopped bonelessly to the floor, totally spent, and looked at Shinji again. He seemed to be regaining his composure a little, meaning the balm was wearing off. Perfect timing, she thought.
            Sitting up she again caught his face again and pulled him in for a kiss, this one more tender and soft. She wiped the tears from his face and whispered, “thank you, Shinji.”
            His eyes met hers and he replied, with heartfelt sincerity, “thank you, Mistress.”
            She was tempted to just say fuck it and spend the rest of the day cuddling with her pet, letting him know how amazing he is and how much she cares for him, but ultimately knew it was way too early to start spoiling him with affection, even if she really wanted to. He needed discipline and structure first. So after spending a few minutes in the bathroom cleaning up and pulling herself together, she returned to her room and undid the boy’s bonds. She allowed him some time to stretch and work the kinks out of his sore muscles, then ordered him to crawl to the kitchen and prepare a light lunch. She was curious to see what the boy did this time, with the memory of breakfast so fresh in his mind.
            It pleased her to no end to find that Shinji had put his lunch all together in one bowl, just as she had made him do that morning. Given that he had made miso soup and ham sandwiches, this was a pretty big statement. She noticed that he had put his bowl on the table. “Shouldn’t that be on the floor, pet? Or did you make the same mistake again?”
            Fidgeting nervously as he knelt before her, he responded. “N-no, Mistress. I just thought you might want to... you know, again. I wasn’t sure.”
            Misato couldn’t help but laugh. “Might want to what, again?”
            Shinji blushed a deep red and kept his eyes firmly on the floor. “P-pee in it, Mistress,” he said, just barely audible.
            The older domme just laughed again and placed his bowl on the floor. “Maybe another time, pet.” She took her place at the table and nibbled at the sandwich as she contemplated the boy eating at her feet. She knew he didn’t much relish the idea of tasting her piss ever again, so why put on such an embarrassing display? Did he not know that that punishment was over?
            No, she realized, that isn’t it. He just thought it would make me happy. He wasn’t thinking about himself at all. Misato found herself overcome with a round of happy little giggles, drawing a curious look from the boy on the floor before he returned to his meal. She reached down and began idly running her fingers along his spine. How the hell am I going to deal with this kid, she wondered. Ritsuko said I could handle it, but how can I be the firm domme he needs when he’s so fucking earnest that it makes me want to melt? The captain sighed as she realized she was worried that Shinji might be too submissive for her to handle. If my old mentor were around, she thought, she would slap me for being so silly.
            When she was full and Shinji’s bowl empty, she decided it was time to relax a little. Things had been getting way too intense, way too quickly. And while that was okay to begin with, it would soon cause one or both of them to burn out. It was time to have a chat.
            After cleaning up, she had him kneel once again on the coffee table as she curled up like a cat on the sofa. “How do you feel, Shinji?”
            “Good, Mistress.”
            Misato suddenly lashed out and slapped the boy on the cheek, nearly knocking him over. He looked at her in shock and confusion. “Mistress, why-“
            “When I ask you that question, pet, you will never give me just a one word answer. Now tell me, how do you feel?”
            The boy’s eyes darted back and forth as he tried to put together an answer. “I feel… comfortable, I guess. Like I’ve found someplace safe.”
            Misato raised an eyebrow. “You feel safe, even though I hurt you so much? Even though I’ve locked your manhood in a metal cage? Held you down and raped your ass with a strap-on? Forced you to drink my piss? Beaten you severely just for trying to get off?”
            Shinji blushed at the blunt descriptions of what he’d been through. Misato noticed his cock twitch in its prison and marveled at the persistence of the adolescent’s dick. “But it’s like you said, you did those things only because you know it will make both of us happy. And I believe you, now. Last night, as I read those things, they were hard for me understand. I was scared because I felt something that I didn’t think I should feel. I wanted to hate you, but I couldn’t. And the more I think about it, the more I realize how right you are.”
            “How do you mean?”
          “You’re not doing this because you hate me or want to see me unhappy, Mistress. Or because you don’t care about me… like some people.” It didn’t need to be said who Shinji was referring to. “You’re doing this because that’s who you are. And I’m liking it because… that’s who I am.
            “I think that I… could be happy this way. As your pet.” He looked up at her bashfully. “If you’ll keep me?”
            Misato couldn’t help it, she had to have the boy in her arms. He was just too damn cute. She grabbed his arm and pulled him down into a tight hug. “Of course I’ll keep you, silly Shinji,” she said as she smothered the dazed boy. “You’ll have to fight damn hard for me to ever let you go.”
            She noticed that he had begun to cry. Concerned, she asked him what was wrong. “I’ve just… never had anyone say things like that to me, Mistress. With my mother gone and my father…” he trailed off, but Misato caught his meaning.
            “You’ve never really had someone to care for you, truly care for you?”
            Shinji nodded sullenly, he tried to wipe the tears from his eyes, but found both arms pinned to his sides by Misato’s hug. “I don’t want you to be my mother,” he said after a time.
            “Well I don’t know much about Yui Ikari, but I doubt she had a strap-on collection as large as mine.” That at least got a laugh out of the boy, which made Misato glad, as she really hated seeing him hurt (at least, in this particular way). There was nothing sexy about the emotional neglect he had been through.
            It was all falling into place for Misato. After Yui died, no one really stepped up to give him the nurturance and attention he needed. It was no wonder that he looked for validation by desperately seeking the approval of others. All he wanted was a little piece of that love that had been denied him.
            Well, that and sex. He was a healthy adolescent male, after all.
            “Shinji, are you rubbing your face in my boobs?” The boy had apparently become a bit more aware of their respective positions now that his emotional outburst was subsiding. He tried to jerk away in embarrassment, but couldn’t get very far as Misato still had her arms around him.
            “I, ah, sorry Mistress,” he said, blushing.
            “A bit wound up, are we? Did my little show break my poor Shinji?” She snuggled up even tighter to him, mashing his face further into her bosom. She wished she hadn’t worn a shirt, then she could really drive him nuts.
            “Oh mmmph,” Shinji groaned. “Please Mistress…”
            Misato stopped her smothering. “What do you want, pet?”
            “Please, may I be released? From, you know.” He moved his crotch against her knee meaningfully.
            The older domme grinned down at her pet, knowing how hard it must be for the normally shy boy to beg for an orgasm. “So little Shinji wants littler Shinji to come out and play. For how long, hmm?”
            The boy groaned at her teasing. “Please may I? At least once?”
            Misato already knew what her answer would be, but decided to have some fun first. “You’ve already told me you’ll endure anything to make me happy, why should I bother to let you cum? And you’ve only been in the cage for a few hours, you’re hardly sex-starved yet.”
            The boy’s head sank, but he willingly accepted her words.
            “On the other hand, I’m sure I could find some pleasure in seeing you cum, in the right circumstances.”
            “Circumstances, Mistress?”
          “Maybe if you could come up with some humiliating way for you to do it. I love seeing subs willingly degrade themselves for their masters.”
            Shinji tried his best to come up with a suitable idea.
            “What about, if I did it onto my chest, like last night.”
            Misato yawned.
            “O-okay, what if I, uh, did it on my face?”
            “You’re gonna have to do a lot better than that to impress me.”
            Shinji looked down, trying to imagine something that would appeal to Misato without totally ruining the experience for him.
            “A strap-on? One of the smaller ones, maybe? You could f-fuck me while I take care of myself.”
            Misato smiled. “Getting warmer. But that seems like a lot of work on my part. Why should I put most of the effort in?” A delectable mental image suddenly popper into her head. “Have you heard of the cowgirl position, Shinji?”
            Shinji blushed even darker. “I have…Kensuke gave me this magazine and-“ Misato cut him off.
            “Would you like to be my cowgirl today and bounce up and down on one of my fake cocks as you jerk off?”
            “Yes Mistress, that sounds… good.”
          “But I wouldn’t want you to make a mess all over me, so you’d have to catch all that sticky cum in your hand. I might even make you eat it.”
            A brief look of revulsion crossed the boy’s face, but he powered through it admirably. “I think I could handle that, Mistress.”
            “I’ll keep that in mind, Shinji, but sadly I have a strict policy against allowing orgasms on the same day that the sub has been punished for misbehavior.” She took a moment to enjoy his crestfallen look. Eventually Shinji would come to understand just how much she loved orgasm denial and learn not to always get his hopes up. “But if you’re good tomorrow, I may consider it.” No reason to leave the boy completely crushed.
            He nodded, clearly heartened. “Thank you, Mistress,” he said.
            The two lay on the sofa for a while. Misato reveled in the simple joy of holding someone she cared for; Shinji loved the attention, but was mostly distracted by his two fleshy pillows. Eventually, Misato knew it was time to move on and reluctantly directed him to rise. “I think it’s time I cleaned you up a bit. Go wait in the bathroom while I get a few things. Get the water hot, brush your teeth, and use the toilet if you have to.”
            Misato made a detour to her room to prepare herself. She stripped out of her clothes and started collecting the items she needed. As she planned things out, she suddenly remembered the kinky nurse’s outfit she had stashed in the closet. It had been a “gift” from an old boyfriend (more of a gift to himself, she thought). Tragically he was dumped before ever getting the chance to see her wear it. She pulled it out and put it on, taking a moment to check herself out in the mirror. It was a form-fitting latex minidress and matching cap, mostly pink with a white ‘apron’ design. The back of the dress was basically nonexistent as it was held together only by three buckled straps. It was a pain in the ass to put on, but she knew it would be worth it for the effect.
            The older woman entered the bathroom to find Shinji kneeling on the tile floor, his tasks having been finished a while ago. She rewarded his patience with a little pat on his head. She switched on the hot water tap and began filling a rubber bag with the steamy liquid. “Stand up and bend over, pet,” she told the curious boy on the floor. “Then reach behind you with both hands and spread your asscheeks apart.” She waited for him to comply, kicking his legs apart a bit when she didn’t feel his stance was wide enough. She snapped on a latex glove (noting with delight the nervous shiver this caused in Shinji) and applied a small amount of lube to his rosebud. She slid in the enema nozzle, held the bag of warm water up, and opened the valve.
            “I noticed you were quite filthy last night, and I hate it when my pets make a mess.” The boy moaned as he felt the liquid begin to drain into his bowels. Misato had been sorely tempted to make the experience much less pleasant for the boy by adding a dash of hot sauce to the enema to the mix, but decided to stash that idea away for future use. He had had enough anal torment for one day. Shinji was sweating a little from the heat, but was otherwise having no problems holding position. She leaned back against the sink, just admiring her property. While not as hairy as a typical adult male, Shinji still had an unsightly amount of fuzz around his genitals and anus that she felt had to go. When the bag was empty, she spoke again.
            “I’m going to pull the nozzle out, now, and for every drop that hits the floor, you’ll get ten whacks with my belt. Understand?” The boy nodded, and Misato slowly inched the tube out of him, noticing with amusement the effort the boy was putting into clenching his asshole tight. His efforts paid off, though, and the floor remained dry. “Very good,” she said as she slid a small buttplug in to make sure no ‘accidents’ could happen.
            Misato had Shinji warm up the shower as she cleaned up the toys and took off her gloves. She took out the key to the boy’s cage from its safe place around her neck and removed the device. “Don’t get any ideas,” she warned. “I just need better access for a bit.” This of course didn’t stop Shinji’s cock from springing up towards the sky, enjoying its freedom while it lasted.
            At her direction they both climbed into the shower and Misato delicately soaped his body up and began shaving him. While he had little body hair outside of his pubic region, she still insisted that he be absolutely smooth everywhere below his neck. This took a considerable amount of time, during which Shinji began to cramp terribly from the water in his bowels. The boy clearly wanted to curly up in the fetal position and nurse his poor gut, but held still as best he good, which Misato rewarded with gentle strokes of his rigid manhood. Occasionally a small bead of precum would form on the tip and she took great delight at leaning forward and licking it off sweetly, her eyes fixed to his the whole time. It must have been an infernal temptation to just take his hands from his head and finish himself off, especially with the knowledge that this may have been the last time in a very long while that he would even have the chance.
            Eventually, she was done, and her pet was as smooth as a baby’s bottom. Ordering Shinji to stay put, she climbed out of the shower and then reached in to switch the hot water off. The boy yelped and visibly struggled to hold still as he pleaded to be allowed out. She only smiled in response and stripped out of her wet latex outfit to towel herself off, making quite a show of it as she did.
            Even the incredible sight of his Mistress’s sensual tease was not enough to keep the boy erect against the icy onslaught of the shower, however, and by the time Misato let him out he was flaccid enough to easily fit back into the chastity cage. The poor boy was hunched over slightly, undoubtedly in considerable pain as Misato toweled him dry.
            At last she took mercy on him. “Take out the plug and sit on the toilet, slave. I want you to sit there for a while to make sure you get everything out. Sometimes the water can get pretty far up there and takes some time. When you’re sure you’re empty, put the plug back in and come join me in the living room. I’m going to order out for some Chinese and change into something a little more comfortable.”
A/N: Thank you so much to those who reviewed. I really value your feedback. This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written so it’s nice to know if I’m doing it right or not. As far as other characters in this story goes, I’ll say flat out that Rei won’t have much of a role in this story. I like her, but she’s hard to write well and I have no idea how she would handle something like this. So don’t expect her to be much more than the occasional comic relief.
As for Asuka… I have plans for Asuka.
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