She positions herself on the floor and looks up at you with a slight grin.
“No. It’s not going to feel good yet. You’ve been bad.”
You kneel down behind her and put one hand on her back, then you use the flogger on the handle of your whip to hit the side of her thigh. This really is a fantastic toy. The fringe of leather sprays wide like a spread hand when you drag it down her neck and the length of her spine. After it crawls down her back completely, you land a back-handed hit on her other thigh.
You wrap the whip up, leaving about a foot of it loose. With this slack you have a manageable way of making more precise hits. You flick at her upper thigh several times and punctuate the visit with one hard blow that makes her shoulder blades pinch. Again. You swat at her other thigh. You use the end of the handle again. Once. Twice. Three times. Where it becomes red most, you start to hit with the more focused end. Sharp blows. The muscles in her back tense up, anticipating the next hit. You wait. When she relaxes you hit her again and look with satisfaction as a pink welt forms on her skin.
She gasps and you stand up. You let the whip uncoil again, making that soft thud sound on the wooden floor. She tries to turn around to see what you’re going to do. You crack your whip and say calmly,
“You don’t have permission to move.”
You take the whip and pull it around her neck, then hitch it quickly. Her chin is pulled back and you bend forward and bite the side of her neck. Her back is a marvelous combination of muscles. You gently kiss a trail down her spine. You can hear her breathing beneath the worshipping.
You take a step back and snap the whip again. Flick at the welts on her thighs. The new angle of attack has the added bonus of exposing her ass. You tuck the whip into your harness and spank her with your hand. Hard. The sound is a symphony. Again. Same side. This time your rub her afterwards. Again. Harder. Quicker. Gorgeous.
You alternate between the flogger-side of the whip and your bare hand. You hit her other cheek and then drag the fringe up her crack, before hitting her on both sides with it. Again. She starts to tense up. You spank her once more, then check her cunt with your fingers. She’s getting wet. You hit her thighs again. Start to work on those tender welts. Make her raw. Now each time you hit her she shakes. Finally, she lets out a sound after you spank her thigh. You tap your finger on the spot.
“A little sore?”
You spank her again. Rub a circle around it and she exhales in pain. Spectacular pain. It’s pain for you. She is more quiet, even though your hits are harder. Not overly brutal, but they hurt. She’s somewhere beyond herself now. Sick on magnificent agony. Her body is where it started when she was initially bound: pulled rigid but calm. No tension outside somatic reflexes. This isn’t torture. This is sacrifice. She is breathing via the pain and her purpose: to show you how much she’ll take.
You watch the most tender spot for a moment. That throbbing portion of her thigh. A pulse of pride. Her skin is panting but she is calm now. Blissed out on doing a good job. Numb on it.
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