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“Yes, Sir,” I agreed. “Use me. Now.”
A harsh cuff on my thigh made me gasp. “I’ll choose when I use you, brat.”
I shivered as the spanking began in earnest. I twisted around as much as my restraints would allow. The steady blows from Luke’s hand brought heat to my muscles and a sheen of sweat broke over my body. As the pain grew, I hunched against the braided rug beneath me, rubbing my hard cock against the uncomfortable friction.
“That’s right,” Luke muttered. “Hump that horse for me. Show me how greedy you are.”
“Please,” I grunted. “The crop. I need it.”
The truth was, I just needed to prove to myself I could take it and not splinter into a million pieces of old shame.
Luke took me at my word. I heard him retreat to the wall of implements—which I’d only dressed up with a string of twinkle lights—and as he returned to me, I could hear the slap-slap of him striking the leather of the crop against his palm. I quivered with excitement and dread.
Luke ran his hand over my body, sliding from hip to shoulder, and then back down again. “Minty?”
“Yes?”
“This is gonna fucking hurt.”
“Oh, God.” I tensed all over before forcing myself to relax, trying to melt into the horse. “Do it, Sir.”
Luke didn’t hold back. I didn’t know if he was testing me like I was testing myself, or if he justreallywanted to see red welts on my ass, but the sharp sting of the crop was breathtaking on top of my spanked ass. I felt my muscles clenching and dancing under theblows.
“That’s good,” he praised. “That’s my beautiful boy.”
I groaned and refused to listen to the whisper in my mind saying that I didn’t want to hear praise, that I didn’t deserve it. “I’m your beautiful boy,” I said aloud, combatting it. “I’m your gorgeous slut.”
“That’s right. My sweet, greedy cum hole.”
“Your horny, needy cunt.”
“Mm, yes,” he agreed. The crop came down again. “Say it.”
“I love myself.”
“Yes, baby. I love you too. You’re so hot.”
As he struck me again and again, I play-struggled against the restraints. My cock rubbed on the braided rug, and I tightened my ass muscles, trying to release the burn.
“Unclench,” Luke ordered, and as soon as I did, he struck me with the crop.
I shouted and clenched my fingers and toes. “Sir,” I whimpered. “I want to feel you.”
Luke massaged my ass, pulling it open and rubbing his fingers over my hole. “You’re ready for my dick?”
“Yes, please. Anything. Your finger. Your tongue.”
Luke laughed and went back to using the crop on me. Helpless, I sank into a hot and sweaty stupor, jerking with the blows. Time divided into two portions—being hit, and not being hit.
Luke was sweating too, and he dripped onto me as he continued to swing and strike, swing and strike. I melted onto the horse, surrendering, and only when I no longer tensed before the crop landed, did Luke speak again.
“Ready to fly, baby?”
I moaned.
“Let’s fly.”
I heard him walk back to the wall, and I knew without a doubthe’d return with the red whip. The sting of it had only ever been outshone by the heavy hurt of the rubber flogger.
