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Her pussy clenched, and she knew the fabric of her thong was soaked. She’d opted for laser treatment to remove her pubic hair, and could feel the wet fabric clinging to her vulva.
“How many lashes from the flogger do you need, Autumn?”
He switched to the other breast, rolling that nipple with exquisite precision.
She barely registered his question. The pleasure from her nipples mingled with the pain of the flogging. Instinctually, she spread her knees, offering her pussy.
He picked up the flogger and she tensed in anticipation. She wasn’t sure if she was terrified or thrilled at the idea of the flogger tails striking her pussy, but whichever emotion it was, the thought also made her throb with arousal.
She didn’t realize she tensed again, arching her back and pushing up against the ropes, until he used the hand that had been gently tugging her nipples to force her head down.
“Relax your shoulders. Drop your head.”
There was no choice but to obey as his hand, tangled in her hair, pushed her down.
The back of the chair dug into her ribs. Her back muscles were starting to hurt, and her ass throbbed, though the heat from the flogging was already fading.
He slid off the chair, releasing her hair. The loss of his body heat made her shiver.
The tips of his now slightly dusty black shoes appeared in the limited field of vision she had thanks to her hair falling around her face. He gathered her hair, more gently than a moment ago, and used it to tug her head up, so that while her shoulders were lower than her ass, she was looking out, towards the horizon line. Though in this case there was no horizon to see, only some pretty plants and through the breaks in the leaves, a couple seated together on the twin to the chair she currently knelt upon.
Daniel plucked the flogger off her back. He swung it several times, snapping it against his lower leg. Then he did several underhand practice swings, bringing the flogger up from below rather than across in a horizontal motion.
“I’m going to flog your breasts, Autumn.”
Her eyes widened and she twisted as much as she could, given her position and his hold on her hair.
“Take a deep breath. Good. Again. Now keep your chin up.”
“Sir, I’m not sure how much longer I can hold this position.” She wasn’t sure she’d be able to hold it at all once he started flogging her breasts.
“This is a stress posture,” he agreed. “I won’t ask you to hold it for long.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Daniel released her hair, which fell over one shoulder alongside her neck, the twisted strands more controlled thanks to his handling.
“Don’t count. All I want you to do is feel.”
She couldn’t see his face, only his body from midsection down. Her vision narrowed in on his hand and the flogger, which he was casually swinging at his side.
She knew the first strike was coming, saw him pull his hand back a little further than he had before. She took a breath, held it, and in the second before the flogger made contact, she closed her eyes.
The soft tails smacked against her hanging breasts, and one crossed directly over her tight left nipple.
The strike didn’t hurt, nor did it feel good. It was simply pure sensation. A firm caress that covered both breasts.
“Breathe,” Daniel commanded.
The flogger struck her breasts again, and again. He shifted position, so that each part of her breasts was able to experience a strike from a different position. There was pleasure where the massed center of the tails struck. A slight pinch where the tip landed.
She’d had her breasts flogged before, even cropped once, but both those times she’d been standing. This was different, because she was so deliciously vulnerable. Her nipples defenseless, the soft underside of her breasts getting as much attention as the tops.
Her breasts felt full and heavy, her nipples hard not just with the cold, but from need. Her areolae were no longer contracted, but warm enough from the flogging to have relaxed.
Dimly, she was aware that she was whimpering, the sound soft and animalistic.
“You’re doing beautifully,” Daniel praised, moving again.
