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The last button undone, Tessa’s blouse slipped from her shoulders to the floor.
“And the bra,” he added.
Tessa unhooked the lacy piece, letting it fall away.
With her torso naked, Miles viewed her breasts—so perfectly formed, well rounded, jiggling erotically when she moved. Her nipples stood at attention, two hard knots of mauve pink flesh, gleaming with gold. He was reminded of how he wanted to sketch her next, this view a simple statement of lust. He wanted chains dangling from each nipple, tickling the skin below—though that was for another time. For now, he had something far different in mind.
“Take off your skirt,” he said.
The skirt unzipped and pushed to the floor, she was naked excerpt for her garter-belt and stockings.
“Craw
l on the bed, on your hands and knees.” She did. “Now part your legs, and lower your head and chest to the bed.” Her head pounding, heart thumping loudly and methodical, hands sweating, thighs quivering, Tessa followed the order, giving this master of the moment a complete view of her naked, private regions.
The effect was stunning. As Miles inspected her opened cunt, the puckering rear hole, and her two pert ass cheeks waving at him in the tepid air, he wondered just how long her fanny would be so brashly beckoning him, when it was crimson from a rash of punishing blows. He snickered to himself as his mind quickly drew the picture of her distress and his cock began to swell with excitement.
“Legs wider,” Miles ordered gruffly.
Catching a glimpse of his face from the corner of her eye, she trembling seeing how his eyes gleamed with a villainous fire. The two awesome implements—thong flogger and buggy whip—were lying on the chair behind him.
Moving into her exposed backside, he reached out to massage her ass.
“How often has this flesh been punished?” he asked.
“Never,” Tessa replied meekly.
“Never, never spanked at all.” He was astounded.
“Just slapped a few times, but never punished,” she answered.
“No whip, or belt, or paddle?”
“A riding crop—once during sex. But that was very brief.”
“Too bad you’ve been denied such pleasures; your psyche and your ass are made for punishment.”
Her cunt was damp and pungent; it couldn’t have been more ready for sex. But there was a greater need now than simple sex. The feel of his flogger, the sting of his buggy whip, the desire for punishment demanded attention.
“You’re faltering at Maya’s salon is costing you today, but be assured, my little submissive, I will punish you whenever I like, simply because it pleases me.” He chuckled darkly. “You have no idea how much this pleases me—but I think it’s fair to say that you have no idea how much this will please you, too.”
His hand drew back, but she saw no more. In a split second, a biting sting suddenly ripped through her rear flesh, and she collapsed forward in surprise.
“Get up, Tessa, and don’t fall again,” he advised her sternly.
She struggled to rise, knowing another blast would soon descend. Yet the pain was bizarrely pleasurable and she wanted more.
He whipped her again, the second blow landing squarely in the center of her ass. Then in a steady rain of blows, the thongs from the flogger covered her entire ass end, extending themselves around her hips, above to her lower back, and down the to sensitive center of her sex, where the bite stung most.
“Oh my god!” she gasped in a breathy voice, while she wiggled her rear as he she were asking for more.
More strokes descended, each one with mounting force. No pausing, no breaks, a measured rhythm of increasing fire. A warm, dull, pleasing ache gradually rose in substance on the surface of her bottom, until she felt her backside afire with heat. As the beating continued, the impact of the two-dozen thongs whipping against her rear became more acute, and soon Tessa’s cries were less sensuous and more crazed.
“You’ll get used to this pain,” he told her. “You’ll want it, ask for it, beg for it,” he assured her in his even mellow voice. To look at her wriggling derriere was a breath-taking picture, a picture so obscene that his body quaked with lust. He wanted fuck her then—forget his scheme and explode into her cunt; but he wasn’t the kind of man to deviate from his plans. He continued on, until she was in tears and sobbing.
But finally pausing to let her catch her breath, the moment only increased her desire, warmth flooded through her being and she found herself hoping he’d start again. She began to wiggle her behind for him, a taunting tease he would not ignore.
“You want more, little bitch?” he asked.
