Round Two
March 22nd, 2012
“Now for what I want.”
“Yes, Sir.” She gripped the cross legs behind her thighs and grinned back at him.
Crack Snap Crack.
He landed a hit on each nipple and a teasing mid-air snap in front of her nose. She squealed and tensed trying to remain perfectly still. Clenching her hands on the boards lest she reflexively cover herself.
Crack Crack.
Crack Crack.
She let out her breath in a scream when he finished, barely able to keep her hands down, as he laid two lines across each breast. Bright red kisses pointing to her nipples. Mumbling curses as she caught her breath, gazing up at his giddiness.
Crack.
She howled and bounced on one leg as he caught her thigh.
Crack.
He stopped her bouncing with a strike to the other leg.
She gasped and half-glared, half-grinned up at him.
Then she saw the light bulb and he turned to get a different toy.
“Close your eyes.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Her breath quickened as she strained to hear a hint of what he was getting. She could tell where he was, but there were so many toys there, and he was being careful.
She felt him return, closer than before, and he wasted no time.
Thwap!
She yelped as rubber floggers slammed down on her breasts.
Thwap. Thwap.
She groaned into the hits, keeping her eyes closed and her chin up to avoid the falls.
Thwap. Thwap. Thwap!
Left. Right. Both. She gasped and moaned at the hits.
The he picked up a beat. And the rocked together. Single hits per beat. Double. And then triple. Six-count to the beat of the music. She started with a groan, building into a moan and ending with a scream.
He pulled back down. Double and then single hits per beat. Quarter notes on her chest. Pounding out gasps and moans.
“Can… I… Open… My… Eyes… Sir?” She managed between gasps.
His response was to pick up speed again until she screamed and tried to collapse, but there was nowhere to go. Pausing for a moment, he answered.
“Yes.”
“Thank you, Sir.” She managed through ragged gasps, and she opened her eyes to see his glowing face before her. Tears filling her eyes, but her smile matching his.
He returned to simple beats, staring into her eyes now. They moved together, breathed together, energy flowing free and joyful between them.
A new song came on, and he picked up the pace. Not too fast, but fast enough to send her humming into space.
Thwap gasp. Thwap moan. Thwap gasp. Thwap moan.
Into six count, her head fell back, eyes closed, hardly remembering to breathe in as it all came out in a long, moaning growl, fingers digging into the wooden cross.
Thwap!
A downbeat to end the song and she nearly falls, but he is there, hand in her hair, holding her up, kissing her.
“Good girl.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome.” He pulls her off the cross and against his chest.
“I love you, Sir.” She wraps her arms around him.
“I love you, too.” He kisses her forehead and leads her off to blankets and cuddles.
Do You Want It?
March 22nd, 2012
“Do you want it?”
“Yes, Sir.” She knelt before him, eyes on his boots.
“Do you really want it?”
“Yes, Sir.” She resisted the urge to look up at him, biting her lower lip to keep still.
“I want you to be sure. There’s no going back. Is this really what you want?”
“Yes, Sir. Please, Sir.” Her heart pounded in her chest.
“Good girl, thank you.” How she loved to hear those words. “Go get it.”
She rose smoothly to her feet, wincing at tingling, but not hesitating. Slipping past him, she went to the trunk and found the single tail. Bringing it back to him, she knelt and held it out to him.
“Good girl.” He took it from her. “Up,” swatted her on the thigh as she rose again, “and over to the cross.” Chasing her with the tip as she went.
She wrapped her arms around the cross and braced her feet slightly apart. He snapped her inner thighs to spread them more. Her heart pounding, she concentrated on breathing slowly. The whip scared her, but she wanted it and so did he.
Crack.
She jumped at the sound by her ear.
Crack.
She twitched the other direction.
He was testing her, teasing her. She tightened her grip on the cross.
Crack.
He laid a line on her shoulder blade. She squealed and almost didn’t jump at the next strike.
Crack.
On her other shoulder. Another squeak of pain.
Crack Crack Crack.
Three strips in quick succession on her ass. She jumped and screamed and held tight to the cross. Gasping for breath.
She could feel his grin behind her.
Crack.
She hopped on one leg.
Crack.
He snapped the other one. She bounced and then resumed position, breathing heavily.
“Is this what you wanted?” He chuckled behind her.
“Yes, Sir. Oh, yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
“Do you want more?”
“Yes, Sir. Please, Sir.”
Crack. Squeal.
Crack. Squeak.
Crack. Growl.
Crack. Scream.
She bounced against the cross, shaking it against the wall. Tears coming to her eyes.
“More?”
“Yes, Sir.” She gasps and settles back against the cross.
Crack. Scream.
Crack. Tears fall.
Crack. Scream.
Crack. Moan.
Sobbing, she clings to the cross.
“More?”
“Please, Sir.”
Crack Crack Crack.
The screams are gone, she cries and moans, deep inside now, letting go, letting it all go.
Crack Crack Crack.
Her body jerks at the hits, tears falling freely, breathing in new air.
Crack Crack Crack.
He rips free another scream, and she falls to her knees, but she is not done. She drags herself back up the cross.
“More?”
“Yes, please, Sir.” Her voice a hoarse whisper, but clear enough.
Crack. Moan.
Crack. Moan.
Crack. A soft sigh of relief as the tears quiet, she collapses against the cross.
His hand on her back, soft touches on stinging flesh make her shiver and smile. He snakes his hand up into her hair and pulls her back for a rough kiss.
“Ready for round two?” He grins and his eyes sparkle.
“Yes, Sir.” She smiles back at him.
He spins her around to face him and presses her up against the cross, kissing her tear stained cheeks before stepping back.
“Now for what I want.”