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her right ass cheek.

Smack! She didn’t see it coming. She takes the hit well, even though she tenses her body, which I’d rather she didn’t do. It creates more pain that’s unnecessary and the point of this isn’t to hurt her. It’s to elicit a higher thresh hold of her sense of touch that will intensify her pleasure beyond what I could give her otherwise. She knows this, she knows better than to tense her body.

“Curve your back!” I give her the command and she’s quick to obey. I slowly crouch in front of her as she catches her breath, recovering from the sting on her backside. My hand wraps around her throat as I talk, my lips just inches from hers. “Don’t you dare move.” I watch her thighs tremble as she stays in position. With a flick of my wrist, the flogger rips through the air and strikes her along her upper right thigh. It’s not a hard blow, I still don’t know how much to push her, but more than that, from this angle it’s difficult for me to see whether or not the tails of the flog are only hitting her thigh or whether they’re also hitting her pussy. And I sure as fuck don’t want to hurt her there.

She gasps and nearly straightens her back, but after her instinctual reaction, she curves her back a little bit more. The tempting curve of her body is gorgeous. I kiss her shoulder as she moans into the air, swaying her hips slightly. “I told you not to move, flower.” I say teasingly against her lips.

Quickly moving away from her, I release her throat and bring the flogger behind me, hiding it from her sight. I circle her again, loving the heavy pants spilling from her lips. It’s the only sound in the room other than the smacking of my boots against the floor. I take a look at her ass and her right side is beautifully flushed. Tails of the flogger have left red lines in their place. They’ve blurred together the adrenaline and blush of her skin spreading. I smack her again on her left cheek. Smack! And again on her right.

Each time she gives me a beautiful cry of pleasure, panting between the blows. She doesn’t move anymore though. Like the good girl I know she is. I continue cracking the whip through the air and landing it on her tender lush ass. Her left side; her right side, hitting only her cheeks and upper thighs. With her focused on her back, her body is less tense. And the lashings are affecting her as they should.

The natural reaction to move away from the flogger greeting her flesh with the hot sting, turns to her pushing her ass higher in the air greeting it eagerly upon impact. Wanting more. And that’s when I know she’s there.

I place my hand along her heated flesh, massaging her ass and thighs before bending lower to lick the center of her pussy. I suckle on her clit, but I don’t get her off. She tries to stay still, I know she does, but she shifts her balance and arches her back. I’ve yet to take pleasure from her while she’s learning. But I’m ready to change that.

Her curiosity and being my pet has changed to a desire and craving of my touch. Last night was the first time she asked me if she could please me. I knew what she meant, but I answered her with a simple fact, “you already are.” She didn’t press the issue although she kept her gaze on my hardened cock.

I lick the taste of her from my lips as I stand. She groans slightly in protest but she’s quick to be quiet. She’s learned that she’ll get hers, I’m good to her, she knows that.

I unzip my pants, pulling out my throbbing cock and stroking it once, and once more as I stand in front of her. Her chest rises and falls with heavy quick breaths. She looks up at me through her thick lashes, her baby blues begging me for my cock. She nearly crawls forward, my dick so close to her lips and her so eager to please me.

“I’d like to be your Master,” I tell her with her eyes on my dick, watching me stroke myself.

“You are, Sir,” she answers me with a breathy voice full of desperation. Her hips sway again and her thighs clench. She’s so close to getting