my breasts and
then ran down his hands between my legs. He touched me through my underwear.
“Relax, little one. You’re in good hands,” I could feel his breath on my face.
I smiled because at that moment, his hand was doing very good things to me.
Something light and soft touched my neck and ran down my right arm, then I felt
the same on my left. The same softness ran over the exposed part of my stomach
and down each thigh.
I lowered my head trying to see what it was through the
small space in my blindfold. All I could see was something long and black, but
what was on the end, the part touching my skin I couldn’t see. But it felt
incredible. It gave me goose bumps all over my body. I felt him move behind me
and run the softness over my back and behind. As he ran it down the back of my
thighs his hand smoothed the exposed part of my butt. Then without any notice
or warning, I felt a sting on my butt cheek. I inhaled quickly and started to
ask what he had done, when I felt it again on the other cheek. I jerked my head
to the right and the same sting hit my left thigh, then my right. I exhaled and
lowered my head. I knew my chest was heaving up and down, because I was
panting. At this point I had determined he was slapping me with one of his
floggers or whips, I wasn’t sure which. I didn’t know what I had done to
deserve this punishment, but I knew my safe words, and Liam would honor them if
I used them. I felt four more stings on my butt cheeks, two on each cheek, very
fast, and then his hand was on my throat.
He was behind me, pressing himself against me. His hand
on my throat made me raise my head, and I could feel his breath on my neck.
“Keep your head up, little one. I want to see that pretty face.” With his other
hand I felt something rub against my chest and stomach. “This just happens to
be my favorite whip. It always leaves the perfect pink marks.” The hand around
my neck moved to the back of my corset and within seconds the corset was gone.
I was fully exposed with only a small thong covering very little of me. Again
he moved fast and was in front of me. One hand ran down the front of my body
and in my underwear. His fingers thrust inside me and I let out a small moan.
“Very wet, I like that, baby.” Then I felt the stinging against my chest. It
hurt just slightly more than the stinging on my butt, but I wasn’t sure if that
was because of the new torture toy or the area he was choosing to assault. I
heard him grunt as he hit me again and again. “Oh I love the way your little
titties look as they turn pink.” His mouth was on my neck and slowly moved down
to my nipples. His hands caressed me and the stinging turned into a burning
sensation. One hand covered my sex, he fisted my panties and ripped them right
off of me. “Please,” I whispered. His fingers rubbed my clit and thrust inside
me again. “Please what?” I could tell his mouth was near mine. “Please don’t
hit me down there,” I was begging. “Down here?” he asked and he thrust his
fingers in me again. “Yes sir,” I breathed out. No matter how aggressive this
assault was, he still knew how to touch me in the right places. “Then ask me
nicely, please little one.” I could feel the whip rubbing against my butt, as
he continued to rub my clit. “Please, sir. Please don’t hit me down there.” He laughed
a little. “Down where?” he kissed my neck and began to suck. I knew what he
wanted. He loved to hear me talk dirty, although I didn’t feel comfortable
doing it. But I knew he wouldn’t ask many more times if I didn’t answer him the
way he wanted. Liam was impatient. If he didn’t like my answer, he would just
hit where I didn’t want to be hit. “Please sir, don’t hit my pussy, please.” I
swallowed after I said it, because I didn’t like referring to my lady parts
with that word.
I like to hear him say it, but not me. He chuckled a
little. “Oh, that’s such a good girl.” He caressed me again
then ran down his hands between my legs. He touched me through my underwear.
“Relax, little one. You’re in good hands,” I could feel his breath on my face.
I smiled because at that moment, his hand was doing very good things to me.
Something light and soft touched my neck and ran down my right arm, then I felt
the same on my left. The same softness ran over the exposed part of my stomach
and down each thigh.
I lowered my head trying to see what it was through the
small space in my blindfold. All I could see was something long and black, but
what was on the end, the part touching my skin I couldn’t see. But it felt
incredible. It gave me goose bumps all over my body. I felt him move behind me
and run the softness over my back and behind. As he ran it down the back of my
thighs his hand smoothed the exposed part of my butt. Then without any notice
or warning, I felt a sting on my butt cheek. I inhaled quickly and started to
ask what he had done, when I felt it again on the other cheek. I jerked my head
to the right and the same sting hit my left thigh, then my right. I exhaled and
lowered my head. I knew my chest was heaving up and down, because I was
panting. At this point I had determined he was slapping me with one of his
floggers or whips, I wasn’t sure which. I didn’t know what I had done to
deserve this punishment, but I knew my safe words, and Liam would honor them if
I used them. I felt four more stings on my butt cheeks, two on each cheek, very
fast, and then his hand was on my throat.
He was behind me, pressing himself against me. His hand
on my throat made me raise my head, and I could feel his breath on my neck.
“Keep your head up, little one. I want to see that pretty face.” With his other
hand I felt something rub against my chest and stomach. “This just happens to
be my favorite whip. It always leaves the perfect pink marks.” The hand around
my neck moved to the back of my corset and within seconds the corset was gone.
I was fully exposed with only a small thong covering very little of me. Again
he moved fast and was in front of me. One hand ran down the front of my body
and in my underwear. His fingers thrust inside me and I let out a small moan.
“Very wet, I like that, baby.” Then I felt the stinging against my chest. It
hurt just slightly more than the stinging on my butt, but I wasn’t sure if that
was because of the new torture toy or the area he was choosing to assault. I
heard him grunt as he hit me again and again. “Oh I love the way your little
titties look as they turn pink.” His mouth was on my neck and slowly moved down
to my nipples. His hands caressed me and the stinging turned into a burning
sensation. One hand covered my sex, he fisted my panties and ripped them right
off of me. “Please,” I whispered. His fingers rubbed my clit and thrust inside
me again. “Please what?” I could tell his mouth was near mine. “Please don’t
hit me down there,” I was begging. “Down here?” he asked and he thrust his
fingers in me again. “Yes sir,” I breathed out. No matter how aggressive this
assault was, he still knew how to touch me in the right places. “Then ask me
nicely, please little one.” I could feel the whip rubbing against my butt, as
he continued to rub my clit. “Please, sir. Please don’t hit me down there.” He laughed
a little. “Down where?” he kissed my neck and began to suck. I knew what he
wanted. He loved to hear me talk dirty, although I didn’t feel comfortable
doing it. But I knew he wouldn’t ask many more times if I didn’t answer him the
way he wanted. Liam was impatient. If he didn’t like my answer, he would just
hit where I didn’t want to be hit. “Please sir, don’t hit my pussy, please.” I
swallowed after I said it, because I didn’t like referring to my lady parts
with that word.
I like to hear him say it, but not me. He chuckled a
little. “Oh, that’s such a good girl.” He caressed me again
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