Have you ever thought of punishment as part of pleasure?
She had not been bad
She was to be punished.
She had no idea what form the punishment would take.
Would it be hot wax
Upon breasts, belly, sex…
Would she be spanked…
She really had no idea
And wondering had made her
She was not a fan of pain
But he enjoyed it.
He found beauty in the pain
In her submission to it
In her submission to him
And it was that which had her on her knees
Having no sight
Her senses were heightened
She could not see him but knew he was there.
She could feel his presence.
Could almost imagine him walking around her
She was an open book
Her pale pages available for him to inscribe
In any way he chose.
The waiting seemed interminable.
The silence of the room
A hushed anticipation.
And then she felt it
The sensuous glide of leather strands
Trailing along her feet
Up her calves
Across her thighs
Sliding between her buttocks
Where it stopped.
For a heartbeat she wondered why…
And then she felt it upon her sex
Back and forth across her folds
Each time he pushed a little more insistently
Opening her to his view
The leather strands rubbing against her
She wanted to push back against it
To feel it rougher against her softest parts
But knew she could not
She remained still
Her arousal building.
The flogger continued on its journey upward
Along her back
Across her shoulders.
A swish back and forth
Eliciting goose bumps
Her skin sensitive to the silky strands.
She was enjoying the tingle it brought about
When suddenly she felt the sting of leather upon skin
As he brought the flogger down upon her buttocks.
She caught her breath
The biting, burning pain catching her off guard.
She tried to think
But she couldn’t
Her mind locked onto the pain
It claiming her senses.
Again and again the flogger came down
Leaving a network of thin pink lines across her pale skin.
He alternated between back and buttocks
The flogger at times coming down upon her sex
The sting of the strands initiating a heat of its own within her core.
With each bite of leather she bit her lip to keep from crying out
Tears welling at the edges of her eyes.
She struggled to count down the strokes
Her voice catching as she absorbed the pain.
She felt his hands smoothing over her back
Admiring his handiwork.
He pulled her against him
His fingers finding evidence of her arousal
As he whispered in her ear,
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