Is It Punishment If She Likes It?
“What am I going to do with you, slut? For now, strip for me, slowly,” I demand while slapping a riding crop in my hand. “Once completely nude, turn, face the bed, bend down, and place your hands on the mattress.” “Yes, Sir. Again, I’m very sorry.” While you wait, anticipating that initial sting of the crop across your sweet ass, I stand and admire the view. I walk up and gently run the fingers of my left hand up and down your back, slowly running my nails against your skin. While taking my time on your back, my right hand is tapping the crop against my right pant leg making just enough noise to remind you what was to come. Walking around to your side, I gently whisper in your ear, “Is my whore …