Marks Like Pink Ribbons pt. 2

I waited eagerly for the first contact. It wasn't my first flogging, but I was far from an expert. In my experiences, the reality never matched up to the fantasy. I kept meeting men who thought of flogging as a prelude to fucking. They gave me a few light blows before pulling off my panties. No one ever took the time to give my ass a real workout.

"Are you ready?"
I jumped at the sound of his voice. I forgot that he was still standing there. I imagined that the flogger floated in the air, independent of its owner. Closing my eyes, I nodded and prepared myself.

I heard the first smack before I felt it. The leather whizzed through the air before cracking against my bare ass. The strips slapped against my skin like the palm of a giant hand. I didn't cry out but I wanted to rub my ass. The second blow followed so quickly that I almost thought he had a second flogger in the other hand.

I turned my head to check, and he whispered, "Don't you dare. Stay still."

I faced forward again, just in time for number three. This time I did cry out. It was more of a whimper that leaked from my lips. He paused between three and four, and that gave me time to catch my breath. My ass felt like it was on fire, and it was only the third blow.

He dragged his fingers along my inner thighs. "Already dripping." He said it in a matter-of-fact voice like he was reporting a fact.

It was as if the heat from my butt spread to my face. I pressed my thighs together to see how wet I really was. When I did, his wrist snapped again and the flogger slapped me a fourth time. My nipples got hard right away. His timing was perfect, and I almost came right then.

I wanted to hold off until at least ten. It was agreed in advance that I could stop whenever I wanted to. If I wanted to climax, I could but he wouldn't help. As he said with pursed lips, he wasn't a hired whore. Fair enough.

"Shall I continue?"

His voice caressed me like soft fingertips. I half-wiggled my butt at him and nodded. I couldn't be sure but I thought I heard him chuckle under his breath.

The flogger cracked against my ass another time. Then another. This time he wasn't going to pause between strokes. I whimpered and groaned with each stroke. I reached down to touch my clit, propping my weight on one forearm. This position raised my butt even higher, and he grunted his approval.

To Be Continued...