Love Hurst Doesn't It? Title: Love Hurts Doesnt it? Author: Mystery Jedi Rated: NC-17 Summary: Obi-Wan, a cute girl, and a whip, and some handcuffs. Obi-Wan looked at her in astonishment, "You're into WHAT?" He smiled mischieviously. Getting up, he pulled a pair of handcuffs from his dresser drawer. He stood before her grinning while spinning the cuffs around his finger. "Where'd you get that?" She asked in mock surprise. "Take your clothes off." He ordered with a smile. She giggled, hurrying to do so, while flirting with him from the bed. He took ahold of her wrists, while guiding them to the top of the bedpost, cuffing them. She twisted, trying them out and realized she was stuck, with no where to run to. "You brat, you've done this before!" She accused. He answered her with a raise of his eyebrows, and climbed on top of her. "I can do anything I wish to you right now and there'd be nothing you could even do about it." He teased. She bit her lip with a giggle. He undid his robes, throwing them on the floor. He ran his hands along her naked body stopping at her waist. "What are you...." She didnt have time to finish her sentence as he began tickling her unmercifully. She twisted back and forth in laughter begging him to stop in between breaths. He kept going as she kicked at the air. "Stop!" She ordered. He got up finally, sliding himself next to her ear. "Awwww whats wrong?" He asked with a smirk, "Dont like being tortured?" "Not like that!" She exclaimed, recovering. Obi-Wan stopped a moment as if listening. "What...?" She began. "Shhh." He quieted her. He frowned getting up in a hurry and quickly put his robes on. "I'll be right back." He told her. "WHERE are you going?" She demanded. "Master is coming!" He said stopping at the door. "Dont go anywhere." He told her hurring out the door. "Right." She replied sarcastically. Obi-Wan stopped outside his door, just about slamming into Master Qui-Gon. He frowned down at his padawan. "What are you doing in there Obi-Wan?" He demanded. "Uh...studying master." He told him suddenly. "Studying alone?" Qui-Gon asked skeptically. "No, I'm with a girl." He answered. "What are you studying together?" He asked his nervous looking padawan. "Uh..anatomy." He anwered half honestly. "Do you two need help.." "NO!!" Obi-wan answered a little too quickly. "Uh..I mean...we can ..manage, master." He smiled shyly. "Alright then, I'll leave you two alone." Qui-Gon replied, giving his padawan a reluctant-to-leave look, then finally leaving. Obi-Wan stepped back inside, sighing with relief. "Everything alright?" She asked. He gave her a reasuring smile, walking over to the closet. "If your not into all that pleasure, perhaps we could come into a new arrangement." He told her. Her jaw dropped in surprise and pleasure as Obi-Wan pulled out a foot and a half long whip. He stopped by the his bed, laying it across her stomach, then began undressing once more. "When I get out of these handcuffs, you're in big trouble you brat." She warned. "Excuse me? WHOS in trouble?" He teased. "That will be an extra 10." She squirmed slightly at the sight of the whip, wondering how serious he would get with it. Finally naked, he picked up the whip, feeling the thick leather in his hands. "Turn over." He ordered. "And if I don't?" She taunted. "Then I will Turn you over MYSELF." He grinned. She turned over, still handcuffed to the bed post. "Don't be TOO rough." She teased. He answered her with a sharp blow to her bared buttocks. She gasped from the sharp pain, while sensations of pleasure ran through her at the same time. She turned to look into his half serious eyes pouting. He leaned down kissing her gently on the mouth. He layed a gentle hand on her back. Suddenly he pressed her hard against the bed holding her down and delivered three sharp blows to her backside. She just about jumped off the bed, aching to rub her sore bottom. She moaned in delight, rubbing her legs across the bed. Obi-Wan placed a hand on her warm bottom, feeling the small welts that began to form. He patted it, smiling. "Now. WHO's in charge?" He asked her expectantly. "You are Obi." She smiled. "And you'll do whatever I say?" He asked. "Yes Obi." She answered obediently. "Now," he began explaining. "I will finish with another five sharp, non-stop blows, understand?" He asked. "Yes Obi." She moaned, preparing herself for the worst. He brushed her long hair out of the way, caressing her back. He stood up again, feeling the thick leather in his palm, glancing down at her reddening bottom. He brought them down hard and watched her jump, trying to get away. The second she cried out loudly. The third she climbed up on her knees, and realizing she had no where to go slid back down for the final two. The forth sent tears to her eyes and she wanted him badly. She kicked the bed as he delivered three more. He smiled down at her tearful face, kissing her softly. "You said only five more." She pouted. "I changed my mind." He told her. She jumped as he carresed her newly spanked bottom, patting it. "Lovely." He told her, climbing on top of her. He layed down, rubbing himself against her warm bottom. She moaned from pleasure and pain. "I'm not going to be able to sit for a week." She complained. "Good." He smiled. "Oh yeah. What am I supposed to tell my master when he sees I can't sit?" He laughed, kissing her earlobe. Giving her several more soft kisses on her ear, she moaned in pleasure as he beagan sucking softly on it. Her moaning loudened as he entered her from behind, moving in and out. Soon they were both moaning, as they both began to orgasm, feeling each other inside and out until they were gasping and he collapsed on top of her. He felt her sweat soaked body under his and smiled. Then kissed her shoulder getting up. "I have something to do, I'll be back later to free you." He told her with a wink, getting dressed. "Just how long are you planning to leave me here?" she demanded. "What makes you think I'm done?" He asked with another wink and walked out the door. THE END.....MAYBE.......