flogger against her not-quite willing flesh. While the pleasure that had been present during her previous punishment was missing, there was something mentally soothing about it, despite her soft moans of pain. When the final blow landed just below her knee, she sagged in relief. “Twenty, Sir.”
“Damn….” The awe in his voice had her opening her eyes. She winced as he traced his fingers over her warm skin. “Your skin takes my lash beautifully, Bethany.”
“Ah, thank you, Sir?”
An amused chuckle escaped him. “I wouldn’t be thanking me all that fast, little one. You still have the second part of your punishment to endure.”
“Second part?” The words came out as a squeak.
“Giving you an orgasm so strong it will make the one in my office look like a mild muscle spasm.” Taking a remote out of his pocket, he flicked a button. Between her legs, the forgotten wand began to hum softly against the top fleshy part of her mound. She flinched in surprise, but immediately settled back against the table. Positioned as it was, she could feel the vibrations but they were several inches above her aching clit and totally out of reach of where she needed it most to come. She figured she could endure several minutes of this before the sensations would drive her up the wall. Relaxing, she decided to ride the wave out. One thing she knew better than anyone was what made her pop.
“Such a smug little smile.” Deacon appeared next to her, trailing the flogger over her side and across the taut planes of her belly. She giggled as they tickled. “Let’s see about replacing that smirk with pleas for mercy, shall we?” Then with a snap of his wrist, the end of the strands made a popping sound as they kissed her skin. She moaned at the light sting.
“Sir…” Her mind whirled. “…I thought the flogging was over?”
He smirked. “The punishment is. This is for pleasure.” Then he shoved his hand in his pocket and the wand picked up speed. She bit her lower lip. Now instead of soft, almost soothing vibrations, the shaft began wiggling against her folds. Only the straps wrapped just under the head of the insidious machine kept it from bouncing free of her sex.
“Shit.” She tried to lower her legs.
“Bad girl.” He struck the underside of her breast through her shirt.
Pain jolted through her, before settling in her womb. Fuck, this was going to be worse than the last time.
* * * *
Keeping a steady rhythm over the next thirty minutes, Deacon flicked the flogger across Bethany’s bound body. The sounds spilling from her luscious lips were intoxicating. Unlike her earlier cries of pain as he dealt out the first stage of her punishment, these had notes of pleasure in them. He foresaw his little submissive having a love-hate relationship with his flogger.
“Please, Sir!” Tears streaked her face – tears of frustration.
“Such pretty little nipples.” He struck one of her now exposed nipples. “I can’t wait to see them clamped.” He let the flogger fall to the side, then leaned over and took the tip into his mouth. Running his teeth along the edges of it, he nipped her, knowing the pain would only increase her desire.
“Sir!” She squirmed, but the restraints continued to hold her tight.
Drawing back, he studied her flushed face and trembling limbs. “Are you ready to come, little one?”
“ Oh, please…” She sobbed, her fingers clenching.
“Will you run again?” He drew back, remembering the purpose of this scene. It was to lay the ground rules to his little submissive. She shook her head no. But that wasn’t good enough. “Look at me, Bethany. I need to see those gorgeous green eyes.”
She continued to shake her head – her eyes unfocused.
Grabbing a hold of her nipple, he twisted it. “I said look at me.”
Her eyes flew open and a scream passed her lips, before her gaze locked on him.
“Are you going to run again if you get scared?”
“No, Sir….I’ll come…to you.”