A shiver runs through me at her words, and i stay where i am, on my knees, head to the floor, ass raised in the air. i hear sounds behind me, maybe a drawer opening and closing, a closet door. i listen, but have no idea what she’s doing.
Til i feel ~ something ~ i don’t know what it is – tapping my ass. It is ~ i think ~ maybe ~ it’s a riding crop? She’s barely touching me with it, whatever it is. Then ~~
“This is a crop,” she says. “Made to be used on horses. Human flesh is much more tender.” i hear a whoosh and feel a sharp, burning sensation across the middle of my ass. i want to jump up and run, but i don’t.
She brings it down again, hitting right at the top of my thighs, and i cry out this time. It hurts, hurts, hurts, and i know i’ll feel it there every time i sit.
i’m braced for the next one, but “Breathe,” she says. “Relax in between. It won’t hurt as much, and you’ll be able to take more.”
The tip of the crop strokes between the cheeks of my ass, making me gasp in a whole different way. She laughs.
i begin to breathe again, and try to relax my muscles, and my mind. Of course, just as i do ~~
WHOOSH
~ it lands again, right between the first two stripes,
“AHHH! OHHH!” The pain soaks into my skin, into my flesh. i’m panting, trying to absorb it. Just as i do ~ yes, another stroke ~ a little lower on my thighs, and this time i scream.
Then Her hands are on me, she’s kneeling behind me, stroking gently, tracing the welts she’s raised. i whimper, with pleasure now, mixed with the burning pain.
“Good girl,” she says. “You took that pretty well. Good girl. He will want you to be able to accept pain.” Her hands stroke gently, “We’ll stretch you in many ways.”
i hear her standing behind me, the click of her heels as she gets up. “But now,” she says, “Get up. We have work to do.”
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In real life ~ i went out last night, stayed out til 1:00 this morning! Needless to say, i slept in – which is why i’m so late posting ~ goodness, it’s already 9:00! Day’s half gone… better get moving.