I mounted the spanking bench completely naked. He put a blanket over my calves and feet. It protects my feet from errant strikes and gives me some warmth somewhere. The rest of me is exposed and available to his whim.
His hand caressed my ass and back as he contemplated what to do to me. He told me I was his plaything, his toy. “Yes Daddy.” I said. He gripped the hair at the nape of my neck firmly.
“Daddy’s not here now. It is only Master. There is no protection here for you now. Do you understand slut?”
“Yes D..d..Master.” He has ingrained in me that he is Daddy. He cares for me and protects me. But when we evoke the darkness he quashes Daddy purposefully so that Master may step to the fore.
I knew then that this would not be a soft and gentle flogging. It would be harsh. I braced myself. Usually he warms my body and skin with gentler, lighter taps. Not so today. From the beginning to the end it was all sting.
He used a vicious little red hand shaped crop then a leather crop on my ass. He has several but one in particular has more sting than the rest. Each swat was a harsh bite into my tender ass. “You know what this is slut?” He asked. I shook my head. He walked around to my face. I lifted up and pushed my hair aside. He held the crop to my lips. “Open.” He put the loop in my mouth and I bit down on it. “That’s right, you know this.”
He returned to striking my ass but harder and with more intensity. I tried not to squirm. I failed miserably but I tried. So much sting! My ass was on fire.
“Don’t you like what I have to give you? What are you?” He had been talking the whole time. But what had he been saying? The sting was overwhelming. I had heard but his voice was so distant.
“I’m yours Daddy. Master! I’m yours Master.” Damn, I’m failing at this, I thought.
“Yes, you are mine. You have no choice in that. But WHAT are you?” He struck again and again then waited for a response.
“Your slave! I’m your slave, Master.” I said.
“There, see, was that so hard? I should whip your sensitive thighs for making me wait for an answer.” He switched to the leather slapper he made. It is a short piece of leather doubled over on itself and sewn into an implement about 12 inches long with a handle. It carries quite a sting and can be wielded precisely.
He slapped my ass with it and the sting went deeper and spread out much further than the crop had. “No squriming.” Then he worked his way down my thighs. Oh my god, the sting on my thighs bloomed and I cried out. It was tenfold the level of sting on my ass. From the crease down I was soon smoldering with pain.
As I cried out and squirmed he said, “You remember your words don’t you?” I knew he meant my safe words.
“Yes, I know them Master!” As much as the sting was lighting me up I did not want to use my words. I can’t remember if I have ever used them. Maybe once, maybe never. They are there but I don’t want to use them. I don’t want to be weak. I don’t want to worry the Daddy in him. And as much as the pain was setting me on fire, I didn’t want this to end.
Finally, he stopped hitting my thighs. They were throbbing still. He came around and pushed his cock into my face. “See what this does to me? See what you do to me?” His cock was rock hard and dripping pre-cum.
“Open your mouth slave.” I reached my hand up to move my hair. With my head down it covered my face in a blanket of blonde. “I didn’t say move your hair!” He pushed his cock and a mouthful of hair into my face. Cum dripped into my hair as I tried to obey.
He pulled back and went back around behind me again. “Now slave, it is time for you to count. You know your words. That is the only way this will stop.” He took his buffalo flogger, which is the heaviest one he owns. It hits you full force like a fist. The weight of it is significant.
He began. He gave no mercy. It was full intensity from the beginning. “One Master!” I cried. Then again, “Two! Master. ” My whole body rocked forward with each strike. “Three! Master.” I went limp and held onto the bench with my hands. I didn’t want to flinch. I didn’t want to run. “Four, Master.”
On he continued at full force. Usually, he strikes in a rhythm. One, two, three, four. Two to each side then rest or some such rhythm where he breaks when he inherently knows I’m reaching a limit. He’s so intuitive to where I am mentally. This time, there was no break. The higher I counted the faster he got and soon I couldn’t count. I tried. I failed.
I agonized until I realized he would not stop. There would be no break. He would break me first. The pain was incredible. I took it and took it and still he did not stop. My mind was in turmoil. Make it stop! You can stop it! He said use your words. Oh god no. Daddy will stop it.
But there was no time to think. The pain was mounting. He had planted the seed. Use your words. “Yellow!” I said. Then I sobbed as he immediately stopped. “Yellow Master, yellow.” It had stopped but I hadn’t. He made sure I was okay to stand then he led me to the bedroom and had me lie on the bed. I was bewildered. I had used my safe word. One of them. Yellow is to pause, Red is full stop.
He moved about the room then laid beside me on the bed. “I used my safe word.” He nodded.
“I meant for you to use it.” He held me and made sure I was coming down safely.
“I said yellow but we stopped.” I was confused. Why had we stopped? Granted, I was deep in a submissive place and still reeling from the pain and endorphins.
“Daddy’s prerogative.” He held me and asked if I was okay. I thought he’d want sex then but he just held me until I returned.