to me, now. When I tell you to lie still that’s exactly what I mean. Well, you had a punishment coming anyway. I just guess I’ll have to alter my plan and bring it on now. I don’t like having to change my plans, Grace. You’ve been a bad girl. Hold very still.”
Grace moaned as she felt him lock the wrist cuffs together. The sound of him going up the stairs made her smile. He was going to his little dungeon, but he wasn’t taking her. She wanted to go, too. She was tempted to yell at him to take her with him. The knowledge of what was up there intrigued her.
He returned moments later, laying his body on top of hers so that the plug pushed in even more. He laid the flogger in front of her face and Grace closed her eyes. He was going to whip her.
“Kiss the handle. Kiss the leather. Show me you want to receive your punishment, that you’re not being forced.”
The leather was cold against her lips. She kissed the handle as he turned it around, then kissed the tips of the thongs.
He stood and ran the strands across her behind. “It’s very important to me that you do this because you want to. That you trust me enough to know what to do. Do you trust me?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good girl. If at any point it becomes unbearable, you say Drake, and I’ll stop. Understand?”
“Yes, Master.” They’d talked about safe words during their e-mails and IMs. Still, that discussion hadn’t prepared Grace for the fact that she was about to be whipped. She was frightened, her stomach turning flip-flops over and over inside her.
“Relax, Gracie. This first one won’t be hard. Just enough for you to get to know the sensation. Just enough for you to know that you need to obey the rules. But if you keep breaking the rules, the flogger may be replaced with the crop. Trust me when I say you don’t want that to happen.”
The traces of the leather on her behind didn’t hurt and Grace relaxed somewhat. Moments later the flogger cracked through the air and came down on her behind. She tensed her muscles as the pain spread through her backside. The strands came down again and again and again.
“Master.” Her behind felt like it was on fire. “Please, I’ll be good.”
“You do not have permission to speak.” The leather came down again and again and Grace bit her lip to try and stay silent. It wasn’t really painful. The initial sting hurt, and then the sting turned into a pleasure that tortured her already engorged clit.
When the straps moved down to the tender spot between her buttocks and legs she let out a cry of pain. They landed twice more in the same area and Grace thought she would come out of her skin. Now that hurt. Badly.
“Who do you belong to, Lolly?”
“You, Master.”
He traced the leather across her backside. “Who makes the rules, and who follows them?”
“You make the rules, and I follow them.”
“Good girl. Have I made my point?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Shall I continue whipping you, or will you behave?”
“I’ll behave, Master, I promise.”
He draped himself over her body again, placing the leather near her lips.
“Kiss the flogger. Show me that you have learned from, and accepted, your punishment.”
Grace traced her lips up and down the flogger’s handle, trailing them over Master’s hand as he held the object.
“Good girl. Now it’s time for you to make good on your promise, Lolly-girl.”
He quickly unlocked her cuffs, and pulled the spreader bar out from between her ankles. Then he sat in the middle of the bed and spread his legs. “Crawl to me, Grace.”
The plug moved inside her as she crawled, her burning behind up in the air.
“Lick me like a lollipop. Don’t suck, just lick.”
Grace lowered her head and ran her tongue up his length. She hadn’t realized last night how large he was. She’d just been thrilled to have him inside her. Now her tongue ran up and down him and she realized he was at least eight, maybe nine, inches long, and thick.
Grace moaned as she felt him lock the wrist cuffs together. The sound of him going up the stairs made her smile. He was going to his little dungeon, but he wasn’t taking her. She wanted to go, too. She was tempted to yell at him to take her with him. The knowledge of what was up there intrigued her.
He returned moments later, laying his body on top of hers so that the plug pushed in even more. He laid the flogger in front of her face and Grace closed her eyes. He was going to whip her.
“Kiss the handle. Kiss the leather. Show me you want to receive your punishment, that you’re not being forced.”
The leather was cold against her lips. She kissed the handle as he turned it around, then kissed the tips of the thongs.
He stood and ran the strands across her behind. “It’s very important to me that you do this because you want to. That you trust me enough to know what to do. Do you trust me?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good girl. If at any point it becomes unbearable, you say Drake, and I’ll stop. Understand?”
“Yes, Master.” They’d talked about safe words during their e-mails and IMs. Still, that discussion hadn’t prepared Grace for the fact that she was about to be whipped. She was frightened, her stomach turning flip-flops over and over inside her.
“Relax, Gracie. This first one won’t be hard. Just enough for you to get to know the sensation. Just enough for you to know that you need to obey the rules. But if you keep breaking the rules, the flogger may be replaced with the crop. Trust me when I say you don’t want that to happen.”
The traces of the leather on her behind didn’t hurt and Grace relaxed somewhat. Moments later the flogger cracked through the air and came down on her behind. She tensed her muscles as the pain spread through her backside. The strands came down again and again and again.
“Master.” Her behind felt like it was on fire. “Please, I’ll be good.”
“You do not have permission to speak.” The leather came down again and again and Grace bit her lip to try and stay silent. It wasn’t really painful. The initial sting hurt, and then the sting turned into a pleasure that tortured her already engorged clit.
When the straps moved down to the tender spot between her buttocks and legs she let out a cry of pain. They landed twice more in the same area and Grace thought she would come out of her skin. Now that hurt. Badly.
“Who do you belong to, Lolly?”
“You, Master.”
He traced the leather across her backside. “Who makes the rules, and who follows them?”
“You make the rules, and I follow them.”
“Good girl. Have I made my point?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Shall I continue whipping you, or will you behave?”
“I’ll behave, Master, I promise.”
He draped himself over her body again, placing the leather near her lips.
“Kiss the flogger. Show me that you have learned from, and accepted, your punishment.”
Grace traced her lips up and down the flogger’s handle, trailing them over Master’s hand as he held the object.
“Good girl. Now it’s time for you to make good on your promise, Lolly-girl.”
He quickly unlocked her cuffs, and pulled the spreader bar out from between her ankles. Then he sat in the middle of the bed and spread his legs. “Crawl to me, Grace.”
The plug moved inside her as she crawled, her burning behind up in the air.
“Lick me like a lollipop. Don’t suck, just lick.”
Grace lowered her head and ran her tongue up his length. She hadn’t realized last night how large he was. She’d just been thrilled to have him inside her. Now her tongue ran up and down him and she realized he was at least eight, maybe nine, inches long, and thick.
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