Karin was out of breath as she hurried up the stairs to his apartment. It was an old building in a part of the city steeped in history. The apartments here were large and the prices were high. Prestigious cars were parked in the parking garage on the corner and the former thoroughfare was now just a cycle path lined with park benches, islands of plants and numerous cafés and restaurants. Only the lavishly renovated building didn’t have an elevator, so she rushed up the five floors step by step to his chic top-floor apartment.

He was standing under the door. Wide-legged and with a scowl on his face.

„I’m terribly sorry, Assad, but I was …“

„Come in!“ he interrupted her and stepped aside. She didn’t notice that he locked the door behind her and pocketed the key.

„You wouldn’t believe what’s going on in the city, I …“

„We had an appointment for six,“ he interrupted her again as she took off her coat and hung it on a hanger in the checkroom. He waited patiently until she had finished. Then he grabbed her roughly by the shoulder and turned her to face him. His left hand encircled her neck and she was pushed backwards two steps until she felt the wall against the back of her head. His gaze was cold and left no doubt that he was angry. Angry at her. Angry because he had kept her waiting for almost two hours and had ignored all his messages on her cell phone. She was aware of all that. She also knew that she always had problems being on time. She had no sense of time, was notoriously late and had already lost two student jobs for this very reason.

„When I say six o’clock, I mean six o’clock. Not seven, and certainly not eight,“ were his words, while his hand held tightly around her neck and she felt his hot breath as he spoke to her.

„Two hours ago, Luigi was there and delivered a fantastic menu for us. Five minutes ago, I threw everything in the garbage can.“ His hand squeezed even tighter and his eyes seemed to spark. She found it hard to breathe and felt the first waves of fear rising inside her. She knew he hated it when he kept her waiting. He had already reproached her several times. But he had never reacted as violently as this time.

Hassan’s grandparents had emigrated to Germany a few decades ago. He himself was born here. He spoke Arabic, but he had never seen Morocco and anyone who saw him on the street had to look twice to spot any features that might indicate his origins. But deep down, he was probably Arab and she was now more aware of this than ever before. She had been fascinated by him because he exuded a kind of masculinity that was hard to find among the boys on campus. She liked his courteous demeanor and his determined manner. She was allowed to feel like a woman in his presence and she found that very pleasant.

„Your parents never gave you the upbringing a girl needs,“ he continued. „You probably weren’t brought up at all, like most of the young women running around here in Berlin. No rules. No prohibitions. No beatings. Nothing.“ He lashed out with lightning speed and she received a slap in the face.

t was the first slap in her life, she realized indignantly. She had never been hit by her parents, no matter what she had done. She had broken up with the men she had dated in the past in arguments. But even they hadn’t gone so far as to raise their hands to her. Civilized men simply didn’t do that. Only women from the lower classes who got involved with an alcoholic got a beating.

„You’ll never keep me waiting like a stupid boy again, I promise you that,“ he let her know as he let go of her. „Because I’m going to make up for the education your parents clearly neglected. And I’m going to start right now.“

He grabbed her left hand and before she knew it, he had put a leather cuff on her. He clipped it into an eyelet that was embedded in the wall above her head. He did the same with her right hand. Then he let go of her. He left her chained in the hallway and disappeared into the back of his apartment. She had never noticed the two eyelets, even though she had spent at least a dozen nights in his apartment. But she realized they were there for a reason and she wondered if she was the first woman he had pinned to the wall like she was now.

She had no idea what he was planning to do to her, but she suspected that this night would not be a pleasure for her. He was a very sensitive lover and could be infinitely gentle with her body. His kisses electrified her because they were placed in such a way that they triggered small waves of pleasure that vibrated through her whole body. Sometimes he licked and sucked her until she was literally dripping between her legs. Then he penetrated her very slowly and fucked her with pleasurable movements until she came not just once, but twice or even three times. But he could also take her hard and manly, making her moan and scream until they both reached a powerful orgasm together, the likes of which many a woman has probably never experienced in her entire life.

 He came back. He had taken off his shirt and was now standing bare-chested in front of her. He held a small knife in his hand and wordlessly began to cut through the straps of her sequined top. She heard the fabric being torn and the expensive garment landed on the floor as a useless scrap of fabric. He did the same with her bra. A few deliberate cuts and it too had lost all function.

To remove her jeans and panties, he only needed a few energetic hand movements and a few moments later she was standing naked in front of him.

She had already shown herself to him naked countless times, but this time was different. She was still pinned to the wall with her arms stretched upwards and felt at his mercy. She didn’t like the way he looked at her, his eyes scanning her entire body. She knew he liked what he saw. Every man liked two firm breasts that showed no inclination to sag and were crowned by steeply rising buds. Every man appreciated a slim yet feminine body. And every man was aroused when he saw a completely shaved cunt that left no doubt as to what it was intended for.

He took his time to look at all the features of her anatomy in detail. Then he picked up her clothes scattered on the floor and she heard him throw them into the bin in the kitchen. He disappeared again and returned after what seemed like an interminable time. He had a ring of shiny polished metal with him, which he put around her neck. Its two halves were held together at the front with a discreetly integrated metal ring. There was a clasp at the back that connected with a soft click. She knew instinctively that this was not a piece of jewelry that she could take off herself at any time. No, this was a symbol that she was to wear in public from now on, to clearly communicate to anyone who knew its meaning that she was taken and belonged to a man who had taken absolute possession of her.

„From this moment on, you are mine,“ were his words as he looked at her metal collar with satisfaction. „I am now your master and my word is your law. I will rule your life and take responsibility for you. I will be there for you and you will show me obedience. I will take over your upbringing and punish you if you have given cause for it. Do you understand that?“

She was confused and didn’t know what to think. Barely half an hour ago, she had been wandering through the city in a shopping mood. Now her shopping bags were lying carelessly in a corner and she found herself chained naked to a wall and wearing an iron collar. It all seemed unreal and yet it was true.

She nodded in agreement, but she didn’t really know if she really wanted what he was asking of her.

„Tell me. I want to hear that you have understood me and are ready to submit to me completely.“

„Yes, I understood,“ she said, even though she had whispered it more than spoken it.

„From now on, you will always address me by name when you answer me. So repeat it again.“

She hesitated, but this was certainly not the time to rebel against him. So she repeated herself:

„I heard you, Hassan.“

He smiled contentedly and for a moment he was once again the man she had previously perceived him to be. He stroked her tenderly. The same hand that had slapped her hard a few moments before now gently stroked her still visibly reddened cheek, like you would stroke a good little girl who has promised her daddy never to be naughty again. Then he removed her shackles from the iron rings on the wall and she was able to move freely again.

„Follow me,“ he said, and almost mechanically she did just that. She followed him to the kitchen, where he instructed her what to do. „Unfortunately, our lovely Italian dinner is now in the garbage can. So you’re going to make us something for dinner. Take a look around and think of a nice menu. We’ll eat in an hour.“

He gave her a light pat on the bottom and left her alone. In the living room, he picked up his tablet and made himself comfortable in one of the armchairs. She knew he could watch her from where he was sitting and she was sure he would. Besides, an hour wasn’t really much time for dinner. Especially not because she was completely without a plan and first had to search through the cupboards to get an idea of what she could help herself to.

Fortunately, she had some talent for cooking and actually managed to surprise him with a simple, yet enjoyable dinner. It was actually really good, what she had managed to make in such a hurry and she even earned a tender kiss from him. The good girl had obviously not disappointed.

She was naturally shocked when he hit her. He had a very dominating manner, but he had never hit her before. However, she realized that she had probably gone too far this time and had really tried his patience. He must have been really angry when he had thrown the expensive menu from his favorite Italian restaurant in the garbage can because you just couldn’t reheat something like that for two hours. Punctuality was simply not her strong point and this time she had to pay for it.

He had been quite rough with her when he had tied her to the wall and torn off her clothes. She had even been really afraid of him when she stood naked in front of him and feared receiving far more than a slap in the face. A man who had hooks on the wall to fix a woman to was certainly capable of quite different things. Besides, he had Arab roots and one knew what Arabs were capable of when a woman resisted them. Of course, she immediately remembered the words of her parents, who had warned her urgently not to get involved with „someone like that“.

However, his words had done anything but reassure her. On the contrary, they suggested something far worse than a slap in the face. Definitely more than just undoing her bonds and sending her naked to the kitchen. But maybe he was just trying to show her his masculine strength. Or he just wanted to get off on the sight of her while she stood at the stove and he had her naked backside in view. She was sure that he had been staring at her bottom the whole time while he pretended to be busy reading the latest news, studying the share prices or checking his emails.

So she calmed down and prepared herself for another one of those evenings that ended with a violent fuck late at night.

But she was wrong. Because what she didn’t know were the thoughts that had gone through Hassan’s head in the meantime. The fact that she was still naked while he acted as if it was a matter of course was no coincidence. It was the outward sign that a new chapter in her relationship with him had begun that evening. From now on, he would not only be the sponsor of the young student he had discovered for himself a few months ago. He would not only be her lover, providing her with ever new and exciting experiences. From now on, he would also take on the role of her educator and mold her into exactly the woman he wanted her to be. He would be the man she would never forget and who would shape her life in the long term.

His kiss electrified her, as it always did when he kissed her in that spot between her shoulder and neck. She felt goose bumps forming on her arms and a pleasant shiver ran through her body. She straightened up in her chair and leaned backwards. She reached behind her and her hands cupped the back of his neck. She wanted him to continue. She closed her eyes and felt his wet lips. His hands clasped her breasts, which stood out like two mounds in this position. Her buds were swollen and had hardened into two cores, which his fingers were now playfully exploring. It was nice to be naked and to be desired as a woman.

„Get up!“

He had only whispered it in her ear, but it was clearly an order. She stood up as he let go of her and took a step back. His right hand gripped the back of her neck and led her into the area of the large living room, which was characterized by a lavish seating area. He forced her to her knees in front of an expansive chaise longue. He forcefully bent her forward until her upper body came to rest on the soft leather upholstery. She knew that he now had the sight of her naked bottom in front of him and spread her legs slightly to willingly allow him the glimpses that would not leave him untouched.

„Stay like that!“ was his next command. His firm grip loosened. He moved away from her and she could see in the corner of her eye how he disappeared into the back of the apartment. When he finally reappeared, he had taken off his shirt and was bare-chested. He was holding an object in his hand that she couldn’t identify at first. When he stepped closer, however, she realized to her horror that it was a whip.

She had never seen a whip before, let alone felt its effect. This filled her with panic, because she was beginning to suspect that the slap shortly after her arrival at his apartment had been nothing more than a spontaneous prelude. He had obviously intended to make her pay for being late right from the start. And somehow it suited him to use a whip for this. It suited a resolute man, as he undoubtedly was. And it suited a man with an Arab past, which was undoubtedly deeply rooted in his consciousness.

It was a simple whip. It consisted only of a handle to which a dozen thin leather straps were attached. She had no idea what such a whip was used for in the land of its origin. But she automatically clenched her buttocks as she realized that this whip was meant for her.

He joined her on the recamier. He bent her arms behind her back and linked the two handcuffs that were still on her wrists. Then he knelt over her with his legs apart and took her upper body in his pincers. He had her firmly in his grip and removed any possibility of freeing herself from his grasp.

„From now on, there is a new wind between us,“ he announced. „You’re obviously a woman who demands firm guidance and that’s exactly what I’m going to give you.

The first blow came unexpectedly and was like a bolt of lightning that struck her lower body. She felt a sharp burning sensation and couldn’t help but rebel and let out a shrill scream. The pain seemed to be everywhere and spread like fire across both buttocks. But it was the only blow. At least for the time being.

He waited patiently until their reactions had calmed down and continued with his instruction:

„From now on, you will no longer keep me waiting for you. In future, you will arrive punctually at the agreed time. Even five minutes late is enough and I will punish you.“

He struck her again and she showed exactly the same reactions as before. Her pronounced buttocks were now marked by a multitude of thin welts that started somewhere on the bulging mounds and stretched up to her thighs. This time, too, she reared up. She threw her lower body back and forth and kicked wildly with both legs. And this time, too, he waited patiently until she had regained control of herself.

„There was a simple rule in my parents‘ house: the cane is for unteachable boys, the whip is for unwilling wives and unruly girls. We call this education and I will personally take care of your education from now on. Because your parents seem to have failed miserably.“

Again she was hit by a powerful blow and again she reacted in exactly the same way. For her, it was her body’s instinctive reaction to another dozen welts, the effect of which burned into her skin like fire. For him, it was a thoroughly erotic sight and a pleasurable feeling of power to set the part of his body in violent motion that had always been his particular focus.

He gave her two more powerful blows and then let her go.

„Don’t move,“ he instructed her before separating their hands again and leaving the room. He put the whip back in its place, went to the bar and poured himself an old single malt before taking a seat in one of the deep leather armchairs. From this comfortable position, he watched as she carefully felt her weals and whimpered softly to herself. She was naked and he had put her clothes out of reach. The door to his apartment was also locked and the key was in his trouser pocket. An attempt to escape from his apartment was therefore doomed to failure and would probably cause him to chastise her again straight away.

There were only offices below his penthouse apartment. There was no one there at night or at weekends who could hear the screams of a chastised woman. He would therefore be able to educate her as he wished in the future without running the risk of arousing the curiosity of some stranger.

But she didn’t even try to escape. She simply lay there obediently, just as he had left her. She seemed to have realized her mistake and would definitely work on her punctuality from now on so as not to invite such a rebuke again. And she had probably finally realized that she was not just a friend to him, but that his love had its price and that was her unreserved submission to his will.

She was a woman who corresponded exactly to his idea of perfection. She was young and docile and saw him as her master who would guide her through life. And she had a body that was usually only found in paintings. He loved the sweeping curve of her back, which pointed clearly backwards towards the middle of her body and culminated in a wonderfully rounded bottom that made a man like him instinctively itch his fingers. That was an ass that was just begging to be included in her education, and he would not hesitate to let it feel the leather strap, the whip or the riding crop whenever she gave him the opportunity.

And he was sure that she would give him more than enough reasons to restrain her youthful, impetuous spirit and in return set her elastic, firm flesh in violent motion, while her lips opened to let out unrestrained cries of pain and finally to promise him her solemn obedience.

Tonight he would be lenient and be especially gentle with her. But he would not let himself be held back from fucking her with all his might. That was exactly what he needed now to bring his pent-up male aggression to a climax. And that was exactly what she needed too, to be sure that she was still loved and could continue to trust in his protection and guidance in the future.

At the moment, her bottom was still burning like fire, her face was marked with tears and the welts from the whip were clear evidence that she had been chastised. But soon the intense burning on her skin would turn into a pleasant warmth that spread throughout the center of her body. Soon she would be wet whether she wanted to be or not. She would regret upsetting him with her irresponsible actions. She would come to him and quietly and sheepishly beg his forgiveness. She would feel a deep desire to make up with him again and would almost long to feel all his impetuous masculinity inside her again.

His eyes reveled in the sight of the body he had just taken control of. His member throbbed impatiently against the seams of his tight-fitting trousers, urging to be given a purpose. But he practiced patience. He waited for the unmistakable signs that she was ready for him. Ready for his forgiveness. Ready for the feeling of security in his strong arms. Ready to be taken by him and to experience the impetuous, hard, demanding sex he had made her addicted to.