I met Mr. D and the rest of the group back in the living room. I was horny for him yet mollified that he wouldn’t fuck me right then. I felt hot and flushed. I felt teased and tormented. I’m pretty sure I was right where he wanted me to be. We sat in the living room as a group around the table where Mr. D had dropped all of our play toys the night before. His flogger was there. The slapper he made was also there and the little silicon whip. He also placed the plug that he uses to gag me with on the table. It is a butt plug that has attachments that vibrate and also blow it up to anchor it. I love it and hate it. It received many cringed exclamations from the ladies the night before. Clearly, Mr. D meant to raise the level of interest of everyone by leaving everything out on the table. He thrives on being an instigator. He has played with some of this group before and their level of play had gone down quite a bit since he moved away. He was excited to be the motivating force again. 
While we were eating breakfast that morning, I had pointed out a small round end table in the room. It seemed the perfect size to use as a spanking bench. It received many spicy comments during the day. So, it felt natural when Mr. D set the table in the middle of the room. He took his implements and set them nearby on the kitchen table. The room had gotten much quieter by then. Each person’s eyes were on him and their thoughts were their own. Mine were rising in the level of excitement I was feeling. I knew he would be using me to perform for them. I felt a deep buzzing in my belly. Not nervousness exactly just the anticipation of what was to come.
He approached me and took my hand. I held his as he pulled me up from the couch. He faced me and asked, “Are you okay with this?” his lips kissing me and then waiting for my nod. I wanted this very much. He pushed my dress down my body until I stood naked before him. He led me to the table where I bent over and put my elbows on the surface to brace myself. My head fell forward and my hair fell around my face. It was a meager protection from the realization that my body was exposed to all in the room. Mr. D’s hand trailed across my back and pushed the rest of my hair out of his way. His strong hands caressed my back and my buttocks. I felt his touch over every inch of my exposed skin. His ministrations were meant to calm me but also to awaken the blood flow.
I heard him lift the flogger and knew what was coming. He trailed the falls across my back. I sighed because I love this very much and couldn’t wait for him to begin. The first thud felt amazing. He layered the hits across my back and my butt and my thighs. His free hand would touch and sooth and cover my neck for protection all while he continued to flog me. I heard only silence in the room. Nothing but the sounds of the flogger hitting my body and the occasional release of my breath filled the space. I was sure the others were intent on watching us even though I couldn’t see them. My mind would wander from the flogging to Daddy back to the room full of friends. I wondered what Coupe thought of all this? He was the only one who had never seen a flogging before. I wondered how they were looking at my body. I knew all three girls had experienced flogging before and El Jefe was experienced in wielding a flogger himself.
Then Mr. D switched to using the little whip. It is really stingy and it made me jump under his strikes. I moaned and exhaled my exclamations at the stinging hits. I couldn’t resist moving. I arched my back and rose up on my toes at different times. I didn’t want to distract him and tried not to move too much but something about being his victim this way made me want to writhe for him. I couldn’t help it. Following the whip, he used his hand. I love the feel of his hand on me. When he spanks with his hand it is warm and the connection is so intense. I love that we both feel it and that there’s give to the impact. Also, there’s a harder impact from his hand. The full weight of his swing thuds into my body and there is a visceral connection to him in that. It’s the epitome of being manhandled. 
During this exhibition, I know he was talking to the room. He was telling them about each implement. He was describing the different sensations. I remember hearing him say that spanking with your hand is always a good choice and builds the connection. I was mainly focused on the sensations though and after a while his voice only registered to me if he was talking directly to me. During the pain, my mind tends to become very narrow in its focus, like I’m in a tunnel and can only see the light at the end.
Finally, Mr. D used the spanker that he made. It is a long piece of buffalo leather folded in two and sewn together with an added handle. The strikes from the spanker are stingy over a larger surface so it delivers quite a punch. He laid the full length of the flogger on my back while he used the spanker. The heaviness of the flogger on me was an implied anchor. It fixed me in place and kept me immobile. As he spanked me with his new toy, I let my voice have freedom. I had no choice. I needed to moan and cry out. I felt myself slipping into sub space and I felt my body begin to want the pain, to crave the next strike instead of flinch from it. I pushed out my ass towards him and took all that he gave me. Too soon, it was over and his hand was caressing my hot, welted skin and removing the flogger from my back.
“Take your time and when you’re ready, you can rise from the table.” He was right there beside me as I rose. His arm steadied me as he led me back to the couch. I was smiling and sated. My body was hot and my mind drifted. He sat with me on the couch so I could cleave to him and come back down. I only wanted to hold him and close my eyes but I was curious about the others and so I looked around.
Painted Lady said, “That was amazing, thank you Mr. D.” There were many nods and sounds of approval from the room. “You are really much more of a pain slut than I’ve ever been.” She said. The others also said very nice things and thanked Mr. D for giving them a show and teaching them about his technique. I felt so happy that I had pleased him and given everyone something to enjoy. I loved being publicly nude for him. I felt amazing serving as his baby girl in this way. It was a new level of service and I felt so proud of myself for how I did. The more he asks me to serve in different ways the more I want to do that for him.