“What am I going to do with you, slut? For now, strip for me, slowly,” I demand while slapping a riding crop in my hand. “Once completely nude, turn, face the bed, bend down, and place your hands on the mattress.”
“Yes, Sir. Again, I’m very sorry.”
While you wait, anticipating that initial sting of the crop across your sweet ass, I stand and admire the view. I walk up and gently run the fingers of my left hand up and down your back, slowly running my nails against your skin. While taking my time on your back, my right hand is tapping the crop against my right pant leg making just enough noise to remind you what was to come.
Walking around to your side, I gently whisper in your ear, “Is my whore ready for her punishment?”
Hanging your head in shame, I hear you whisper, “Yes, Sir.”
Reaching into my left pants pocket, I retrieve a pair of alligator clips attached to a long chain. I take one clip, attach it to your left nipple, wrap the chain around behind you, and then attach the other clip to your right nipple. Testing the attachment, I gently tug on the chain from behind your back, drawing both your nipples outward.
You bite your lip and squeeze your eyes shut in pain, but let out a small moan of pleasure, too, followed by a sob.
Hearing your whimpers, I whisper in your ear again: “Is my whore sure she’s ready?”
“I’m ready to take my punishment, Sir. I know I deserve it.” Your voice shakes a bit as you say it.
“Such a Good Girl.”
I stand up, laying the chain down across your exposed hips. Rubbing your right ass cheek, squeezing it both gently then tightly, I raise the crop. As I release the firm flesh, you hear the swish of the crop through the air and instantly feel the bite as it strikes your right ass cheek.
SNAP!!
Your body jerks as the crop makes contact. You bury your face in the duvet, but it does little to stifle your cry of pain. Your whole body is suddenly covered with goosebumps.
I quickly begin a slow and soft gentle rubbing of the flesh where the crop landed.
I move to your left cheek and firmly grasp the flesh, squeezing it until it bulges from my palm. The sound of the swish is in your ear just a mere second before the snap against your flesh in my hand. I again slowly and softly caress your flesh.
I take my time rubbing your sweet ass cheeks and laying the crop to them. You can never be sure when I’ll apply the crop. Sometimes I let go of your ass before the swish/snap occurs. Occasionally there will be more than one snap to your cheek. Sometimes there will be a swish and no connection. Other times I hold your flesh while using the crop.
You begin to shiver with the mixture of pain and pleasure. I can see the wetness beginning to moisten your cunt. As your flesh reddens and the welts begin to appear, I grasp the chain with my left hand, pull the chain toward me and begin laying the crop to your ass.
SNAP! On your right cheek.
SNAP! On your left cheek.
You moan with each smack. Your nipples feel like they’re on fire, just like the welts on your ass cheeks. Back and forth, changing the timing, tugging the chain one way, then the other, pulling and distending your nipples outwardly. Each jerk reminds you of the teeth biting into your nipples, sending waves of excruciating pleasure through your chest.
After what must feel like hours to you, but is only about thirty minutes, I stop thrashing your ass and release the chain. Taking the opportunity to catch your breath, you begin to think I’m done. Using my feet, I spread your feet apart until I can attach the spreader bar hiding under the foot of the bed. Once attached, each of your legs is connected to the bed frame and spread about five feet apart. It brings your dripping cunt and rosebud into view.
Bending to your ear, I whisper, “It’s time to take it up a bit, slut.”
“Please, Sir! I didn’t mean to disobey!”
“And yet… You didn’t just disobey me, slut. You disappointed me tremendously.”
I stand back up, grasp the chain, and pull it taut. Taking the crop, I gently place the end against your dripping pussy. I begin with gentle tapping while tugging the chain. As time goes on, the tapping begins to get harder and harder.
I hear the squish of the crop against your pussy as your moisture flows. Tapping harder and harder, your wailing tells me you’re so very close to orgasm.
I soften the blows until they are gentle taps again.
Your breathing is fast, and between sobs of pleasure you cry out, “Please, Sir!”
“Tell me, slut. Were you about to cum?”
Nodding your head, you moan, “God, yes. I am so close.”
“Don’t you dare cum until I allow you. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Sir. I will obey, Sir.”
As you finish your reply, you hear the swish of the crop just before it snaps hard against your defenseless pussy. You jerk upward suddenly, but anticipating it, I pressed my left hand between your shoulder blades to hold you down, pressing your face and tits down into the bed.
SNAP!
SNAP!
SNAP!
SNAP!
With each contact of the crop, your ass twists and you move your knees against the edge of the bed, trying to avoid the next stroke and moaning as you come closer and closer to an orgasm.
Four quick, hard strokes of the crop against your dripping snatch cause you to cry out, “Master, please!!! I’m about to cum!”
Stopping the whipping, I whisper, “No, you won’t! You will NOT cum yet, bitch! I’m not anywhere near done with you.”