Dungeon Flogging Class

We arrived at our flogging class.  It was at a local dungeon with about 20 other people attending.  The instructor was very good, I thought. He showed us a slow motion technique to learn Florentine flogging.  This is a two-handed flogging technique.  There are patterns that you can learn.  The first was a four step pattern and the second was a six step pattern.  Mr. D and I both felt the six step pattern was actually a little easier to pick up.

We practiced the patterns while the instructor came around and watched each of us and gave us pointers.  Even though this was Mr. D’s first time with Florentine he was well practiced at flogging already.  The instructor said to him, “I doubt I’m teaching you anything at all.” 

It was really fun. I hate to admit it but I haven’t practiced at all since then.  I would love to get to the point where I’m really good at it.  I would love to flog people and give them that release and that experience.  I don’t think there is anything wrong with a submissive topping someone to give them pleasure.  It seems to me this would be one more service I can offer.

There was a play party after the class so we stayed at the dungeon for that as well.  It started very slowly because it was pretty early.  We sat and watched the crowd grow and listened to some nearby conversations between our classmates.  One woman from the class entertained us by being an attention seeking person. I had noticed her in class.  She was overly eager for anyone to notice her.  It’s fun to people watch but even more so at a dungeon. The personalities are more pronounced.

After a bit, one couple began rope play in the middle of the great room. It was mesmerizing to watch the detail and concise movements of the guy tying the ropes.  His girlfriend was a petite thing and he tied her quickly and well.  He ended up suspending her from a wire placed above the room for that purpose.  It was an interesting scene to watch.

After they were done, Mr. D and I walked about the dungeon looking into all the rooms. We saw a woman from the class with her Dominant.  She was absolutely gorgeous and we had both remarked on her looks during the class.  Her Dominant had her stretched over a pummel horse and was doing different things to her.  Things like flogging and spanking but the interesting part to me was that we watched him punch her repeatedly in the back.  It wasn’t like he was angry at all.  It was a part of their sensation play.  I commented to Mr. D and he knew about that type of play.  He said it was impact play and gives a release similar to massage.  

Mr. D asked the DM (Dungeon Master – a person in charge of monitoring the play in the dungeon) how we could use a room. At this dungeon, they had white boards at each door so you simply wrote your name on the board and then you had an hour.  We took the last open room.  It had dark painted walls, a couch and a large massage table. 

“Take off your skirt and your top baby girl.  You can leave on whatever else you like.” I stripped off my skirt, my top, and my bra.  I stood before him in a black thong and strappy black shoes with silver studs.  I’m not sure why I left the shoes on.  I suppose for effect but I later regretted it.  It was a challenge being bent over in the shoes.

“Bend over the table.” His hands caressed me and prepped my skin for the flogger.  Even though I’m a chunky girl, I felt completely fine stripping down in the dungeon. Mr. D puts me at such ease.  His clearly apparent desire for me and his admiration of my curves puts any hesitation I would normally have right out of my mind. If he wants me naked, I get naked.  I’m his to do with as he pleases and to show off as he wishes.

He flogged me for a good amount of time.  There were a few times where he hit me with the flogger and the falls rapped around my body and it stung across my waist and my stomach.  This is very unusual.  Mr. D is very skilled with one handed flogging.  He told me later that all the practice we had done in class has worn out his arm.  He tried a couple left handed strikes to test out his non-dominant arm but clearly did not have the same control.

He had all his implements laid upon the bed next to my head.  I knew what was there, the floggers, the little silicon whip and the stingy hand paddle. He used the little whip and I felt the stinginess more deeply than during the flogging.  The flogging he gave me was hard but there is a different level of sting with the whip.  Then he rubbed the smooth paddle on my ass.  I moaned.

“Yes, you know what that is, don’t you? Beg me for the paddle.”

“Please Daddy, please give me the paddle.” 

He paddled me with it then.  I squirmed and tried to get away from the stingy thing at first.  It has such a concentrated sting and he knows my aversion to it.  Then something happened.  I told myself not to squirm away.  I tried to stay still no matter how much I wanted to flee it.  The more I did that the more I began to like it and want more.

Mr. D stopped and ran his hands over my red ass.  He whispered in my ear and pressed his body into mine.  “I want you baby girl.” His fingers pushed into my sex.  “Mmm, you’re wet.”

“I want you too Daddy.  Please fuck me.” I moaned and pushed my ass into him as proof.

“I want to, but where baby girl?” 

“Right here Daddy, oh please.”

“No baby girl, not here.” 

I sighed.  I ached for him.  I needed him inside me right then.  I could care less who was watching through the doorway.  It probably helped that I was bent over, couldn’t see them and Daddy’s scent and dominance filled my head.

Mr. D was stopping.  We weren’t going to have sex and he was stopping.  I wanted him and I wanted more.  My odd change of heart with the stingy paddle still had my attention.

“Please Daddy may I have more of the paddle?” My voice was soft so he made me ask again.  I really wanted it.  He agreed and took the paddle to my ass fiercely. It was incredible.  The heat, the pain and the sting were palpable.  I was beyond the fear and I wanted every hit he gave me.  I loved it all, took it all.

Afterwards, he gave me aftercare and we said our goodbyes. On the way home Mr. D said, “I was really surprised you asked for the paddle again.”

“So was I.”

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