Kissing the whip

Mistress beating me

After a series of slaps, partly on my face and partly on my boobs, she orders me to stand up and grab my ankles. I am nude. Her tough singletail starts working on my sensitive thighs. Blow after blow. I writhe. She laughs at my moaning.

“Well, little one, do you enjoy it?”

“Yes, darling, i do.”

“You get more, then.”

It hurts like hell. It is so humiliating, bending over naked while she is deliberately hurting me. Oh, i love my humiliation.

Swish … crack. Swish … crack. Ooooaaaaaaah.

Agonizing but very arousing. How long is it going on? I am out of my wits with the pain.

“Now sweetie, do you still want more?”

“Yes honey, i humbly beg You to give me more.”

If i replied otherwise, surely she would inflict on me some extra for being a coward.

“Are you sure you want more, bitch?”

“Quite sure, my queen.”

How i admire the girl for her sweet laughter.

“Good girl. OK, you may kiss the whip. It is over. I will nurse your poor legs.”

“Thank you for the well deserved punishment, my sweet Lady.”

“And do you know why you were punished, little worm?”

“Just for being a little worm.”

She laughs again. I kiss the punishing instrument and she kisses my lips, pinching my breasts. The moment of love arrived. She is twisting my nipples painfully, and i start fingering her clit.