Category: flogger


>When it’s been a while between our more aggressive sexual adventures…. it’s funny the emotions I go through. It ranges from uneasiness (over reconditioning my mind and body to accept intense pain) to pure excitement. This was the case Saturday night.

I hadn’t been sleeping well and so after the third night of this.. I decided it was time we rotated the mattress. Ben came into the room… I had already pulled the blanket, sheet, and pillows onto the floor. I was only wearing a thsirt… my ass barely peeking out. As I bent I felt his hand rub against my exposed skin. I let out a sigh… making sure he knew I liked it.

His fingers traced the line of my ass… giving way to the soft skin of my pussy. I gasped when I felt his fingers rub my clit somewhat roughly. He gave it a few strokes before moving his fingers back.. and plunging into me. I pushed back against his hand… and whimpered when they left after only a minute.

We went about turning the bed… and as we were putting the stuff back on… I was bent over the bed again fixing the covers. I didn’t even notice him coming up behind me… and planting a firm smack on my ass. His hand hand up on my back… holding me down…. then applied several more swats to each cheek.

He let me up after… saying it was shower time. The shower was uneventful…. each of us showering in silence only glancing up at each other here and there exchanging a smile or a knowing look. When I finally exited.. I did my after shower routine… as Ben had already left the bathroom. I listened as I brushed my teeth… hearing the tell tale sounds of our toy drawer. I felt the fear somewhat grow in my stomach. It had been weeks since I had endured any sort of prolonged pain. I also felt the excitement of the impending treatment…

I couldn’t draw it out anymore… and walked out of the bathroom only to be met by Ben.. holding two of my vibrators. He handed them to and told me to make sure they were clean (apparently they hadn’t been used in a while…who knew that drawers got so dusty). As I washed them… he came in for a towel.

I followed him into the bedroom.. and this is where my memory gets hazy. Its funny how more intense something is.. the harder it is to remember.

I was pushed over the corner of the bed…. no warm ups… just powerful blows from the flogger… over and over. The first ones had no rhythm to them… so hard to stay focused and not cry out. Soon, though, his assault had a steadiness to it.. that allowed me to sink into a quiet enjoyment.

He wouldn’t allow that for long… dragging me to my knees… slamming his cock down my throat. He fucked my face while he continued working on my back and ass. As he did so…. he told me that he wanted me to present parts of my body for him to whip… which made me shudder. There is something about choosing your fate so to speak that makes it all the more hard to endure.

He pulled away… and instructed me to go ahead and show him where to spank. I thought for a second… and turned… getting on my hands and knees. I arched my back and stuck my ass in the air. He did not hesitate.. and just as quickly as I had got into position… the first blow fell across my ass. Over and over the flogger falls made contact with my skin.. sometimes making me scream… other times making me moan.

Soon he was ready for a new target… and urged me to pick something else. I sat up a bit laying across the bed… pointing to my back. There was a confidence in that choice… as it’s my favorite place to be flogged. He moved onto my newly selected spot. Strike after strike… I laid there enduring what he dished out.

After a bit.. I was told to pick a new spot. I pointed to the backs of my thighs this time. He only got a few hits in on this spot. One blow hit the side of my thigh… wrapping around… that brought forth such pain. I gasped… and screamed.. and felt my chest tighten trying to find air…. and the tears filling my eyes. I begged him to stop…

“Why?”, he said… dripping with condescension.

“Because it hurts”, I choked out.

“But it’s supposed to hurt, isn’t it? And you like it, don’t you?”, he was all smiles… I could tell without even looking.

“Yes”, was all I could respond with… between deep breaths trying to keep from completely falling apart.

He knew I didn’t want him to stop.. and pressed forward to picking another spot. For whatever crazy reason (maybe because I know how much he likes it), I picked my pussy. I rolled over.. spreading my legs for him. He offered up his cock to help distract me from the attack I was about to feel.

I took him deep into my mouth… and his soothing words rolled from his lips… asking if I was ready. And so… he began…. getting in a few good hits before I couldn’t take more. The tears came back to my eyes. I could feel panic filling me… but he has a way of calming me… bringing me back to where he needs me to be.

Soon I was laying there.. legs spread… willing to accept more. He was going to give me one more…. one more good one. The fear grew in me…. waiting.. wondering when it’d come… my mouth full of his cock again. Then out of no where.. the last stinging blow hit my tender flesh. I pulled my legs up to me… laying in a ball. There was no stopping the tears this time.. as they streamed down my face.

He told me to breathe… to calm myself… as he moved around to the other side of the bed. He got me off the bed… I leaned in to suck his cock again… but was met with resistance. The wood handle of the flogger was at my throat.. causing me to struggle to reach even the tip. I struggled.. pushing harder.. digging the wood into my throat to finally reach my prize.

Satisfied with my struggle…. he removed the flogger. I moved my head up and down… fucking him with my mouth. Words flowed from his mouth as I did as I was expected.

“So I guess I should tell you what I have planned for you tonight. Those two vibrators you cleaned are going into your pussy…. and I’m going to fuck your ass. Like that idea?”, he asked… as if he was talking about what he had for lunch.

I could feel the dread coming over me. I don’t prefer being fucked in the ass when we play harder… my body isn’t as relaxed as it needs to be to allow him to do so without hurting me. So.. yeah, I wasn’t looking forward to it.

He pulled away from me… and told me to get onto the bed on my back. I did so…as hee pulled me to him… my legs spreading again. There wasn’t pain.. but pure pleasure as he slid deep into my pussy.. filling me. I cooed…. enjoying the reward I had earned.

His arms wrapped around my thighs… fucking me… my fingers wandered down… and started rubbing my clit. My eyes shut and went with it… fully enjoying all the sensations that flowed through my body. This wouldn’t be all I’d get though…. soon I found myself void of his cock…. and had my cunt filled with the first of two vibrators.

I took the first one with ease. One is no problem by any means. He fucked me vigorously with it…. making sure I was nice and wet (like that’s any problem). He only stopped to slid the other in… stretching my pussy out. I felt so full…. words escape me in how to accurately describe it.

He pushed my knees up further.. getting better access to my ass. Normally I would put up some resistance… but honestly I was pretty far gone by then… so I laid there… letting him do whatever he wanted.

With one hand.. he held the vibrators in place.. and the other.. he squeezed a ton of lube into the slit of my ass. I heard him set the bottle down… then felt the tip of his cock press against me. I had very little fight in my body.. which was probably a good thing… and worked in my favor.

I felt him slip inside of me… pressing further and further… not giving me much time to adjust to the stretching of my ass. I reached down again… rubbing my clit.. trying to keep the focus on something more enjoyable. Finally when he was all the way in… he begin pumping in and out… more forceful than he’d normally be.

After a few more minutes of his cock and the vibrators fucking me… I asked him for more lube as my body was tensing and it was starting to hurt. He obliged me… then went back to the task at hand.. sliding back in and not giving any adjustment time.

By then I was so far gone… the sensations were overwhelming.. and I could feel myself deep in subspace.. where very little could touch me. I’m not even sure how much time passed…. or how many times my body trembled with orgasms. Though, at some point.. his seed spilled into my ass. When his orgasm subsided he pulled out… then pulled the vibrators out.

I pulled away… curling into a ball… as he slipped into bed up behind me enveloping me in his arms. This is when the whole experience washed over me…. and tears poured from my eyes.. like this wonderful release of anything bad that I felt. In that very second… I was wonderful… and felt just.. well good.

Moments like that are probably hard to describe or understand unless you’ve experienced them. I’ve had very few experiences like that… and I wouldn’t trade them for the world…. they are simply amazing.

It took me almost a hour to full snap out of it… and be completely normal… but it was so totally worth it. It was good stuff indeed.

>Sooooo Ben apparently felt the need to bring back out BDSM with fury. We haven’t really done much extreme stuff lately.. something that I was really missing.. as it does help keep me grounded. But what can you do? Life happens… you just have to make the effort to keep it up. I mean, I couldn’t really remember the last time he flogged me. I guess I could go back through my archieves and see.. but I think that may have made me sad. I think that this whole IUD really put a big strain on us both… but anyways!

Last night… one word to describe it… WOW. It was intense and moving and grounding… well I could go on and on trying to describe it.

We had went to take a shower early in the evening… around sevenish. I had went into the bathroom to do my preshower ritual. I always make sure there are no stray hairs around my eye brows and such… so I was doing this.. when Ben came up beside me. He wrapped his arm around my neck pulling me close to him then began spanking me over and over.

Honestly, I’ve become soft…my tolerance for pain is not what it once was. It is amazing to me how quickly it goes away. So the blows to my ass were not comfortable to say the least, but I will tell you this…. I was wet… instantly.

Before he finished he leaned into me… growling into my ear…

“After our shower.. I’m going to whip you… hard. Now go start the shower”.

I did as I was told and got into the shower. I helped wash his body.. completely turned and aching to feel him inside me. After he was done washing, he shoved me to my knees and fucked my face. When he got his fill, he left me wanting more.

I finished showering and got out.. dried off and did my after shower stuff.. hurrying so that I could actually finish before he came to drag me into the bedroom. When I entered the bedroom I went to my knees again…. taking him deep into my mouth… though this didn’t last long.

He pulled me to my feet and shoved me over the bed. I felt the flogger slap against my back… hard… unforgiving. His assualt was the same.. never letting up… and for the first time ever… brought tears to my eyes. Not just the watery, welling up of tears… this was full on sobbing… and all I could think was that it hurt… and that I hoped that he would not stop.

He switched up a little and had me suck his cock while he flogged me… this time he spoke… mostly to amuse himself I’m sure.

“Know what my goals are tonight?…. Well do you?… HMMM??”

All I could say was I dunno in between having my face fucked.

“Well one is that I’m going to have you begging for more and the other is… I’m going to bruise you tonight”.

This of course made me even more wet. He didn’t let up… he flogged me.. my back.. my legs.. my ass… and fucked my face.. forced me to make myself cum over and over to the pain he inflicted on me. I may have been crying.. but I was in pure bliss.

Then. He stopped.. leaving the flogger on my back… and told me not to move. I made sure not to move an inch. I heard him leave the room and go into the kitchen in which he was rattling around in the drawer… I felt a sense of panic come over me… knowing that that must only mean he was after a spoon.

I was right…. he smacked me with it over and over.. which made me cry more. He later told me that he wasn’t actually hitting me that hard… but it sure as hell felt like it. He hit my ass then began moving down my legs till he got to my feet. I freaked and pulled away.. falling to the ground and pulling my legs into me. Not a good idea.

He yanked me up and tossed me onto the bed again and spanked my ass hard. I wasn’t going to move again. He went back to work on me with the spoon.. me crying out in agony…. it was not pleasant… but…. I would so do it again. Funny how that works.

Finally he decided to fuck me… and kept flogging me. Before I knew it… fucking my ass came into play… and he was deep inside my ass… claiming my body.

So yeah.. it was freaking amazing… and seriously.. its a good thing I don’t sit at work.. that would have been interesting. I have this amazing bruise on my ass with stripes from the spoon. I do like the way it feels to have to sit.. but doing it all day would have been hard I’m sure.

Ben has never bruised me before… only left red marks… and let me tell ya…. I’m all for it!

>what wonders the shadows hold

>I was laid out diagonally across the bottom of our bed… totally spent.. eyes closed almost unable to move part of the sheet bunched in my hand. I felt Ben’s hand touch my flushed skin… gently running his fingers across my back.

“Come on baby”, he said sweetly, wanting to take me into his arms.

He crawled onto our mattress and I slowly followed. He was already on his back when I curled my beaten body into him…. feeling completely loved and safe with his arm wrapped around me. I laid my head on his chest and felt completely at peace.

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Ben had texted me earlier in the day… letting me know that his back was hurting and that most likely that meant no sex… hope I wasn’t horny, he said. I, of course, was. It had been two weeks since we had done anything remotely painful… and I was feeling restless to say the least. It’s weird how I almost need the pain to stay grounded these days.

I prepared myself for the rest of the day not to get what my body and mind needed. I was tired… and feeling my day at work. It seemed very late at night… even though it was only a little after seven (or so).

I went to our bedroom and laid down, cuddling up to one of our cats. Ben followed and we talked and cuddled for a bit. He asked me what I wanted to do… and since sex was out… sleep was the next best thing. He agreed but said we should go take a shower.

In the shower… after he finished I needed to shave still before I would be done. He was just standing there…. so I kissed him (which is usually when he leaves to dry off). He continued to stand there… and I complained saying I needed to shave and I didn’t want to run out of hot water.

He kissed me again… deeply…. with my razor in hand (funny the things that stick out in your mind). I kissed him back passionately… locked in his embrace as his hand went to my hair and tugged. I was a instantly weak in the knees.

After a few minutes I complained again about needing to shave (assuming that I wasn’t getting laid… and so therefore no reason to get me riled up). He wasn’t done with me though.. and kissed me again.

He broke the embrace and pushed me to my knees in the shower…. then rammed his cock down my throat. The roughness seemed more harsh.. given the time that had elapsed since the last time we played that way. Every tug on my hair was more painful than I remembered.

He fucked my face… and then opened the shower curtain and stepped out… leaving me on my knees. He grabbed my hair again and pulled me to my feet. This is where he began his assault on my ass. He smacked it over and over…. and I yelped… feeling each sting deep inside of me.

After he got in many good blows… he pulled my hips into him and buried his cock inside of me. I cooed with happiness… though it would be short lived. He slammed me a few times then abruptly yanked out.. ahh you have to love a good tease.

I shaved quickly knowing that my hot water was almost gone. Sure enough, I shaved most of my legs in cold water…. nicking my legs in the process. When I opened the shower curtain the door to the bathroom was slightly open (nothing out of the usual) but I could see that the lights were off…. excitement flashed through me.

I dried off quickly and did my after shower rituals… I’m a creature of habit. I stepped out of the bathroom and headed to the bedroom. Ben was standing there… still hard… waiting for me in a candlelit room. I glanced at the bed, it was stripped except the bottom sheet and laying on the side was our blue flogger. I thought to myself that was strange knowing that he prefers the red one… but I was NOT going to complain.

From there its some what of a blur between sucking his cock while he flogged me…. being bent over the bed and being flogged. The pain, just like it was in the bathroom was just the same…. intense. It stung bad… but in a good way… and in my head I wanted the pain to stop…. yet… I didn’t.

I do remember him pulling me back against the bed with my hands over my head… holding me in place as he flogged my stomach.. my legs… my tits. I spread my legs… he was almost amused… asking if I wanted my pussy spanked…. and like the pain.. I did but I didn’t.

After a while he finally fucked me… and it felt fantastic. I laid my head down on the mattress as he pounded away and I noticed an odd thing…. I could see our shadow on the wall.. flickering. It was…. well.. I don’t have words for it.

I was intoxicated with the image of our bodies mingled together… I stared at it but still held onto our actions. Several times I would stare off at it… being able to see my wonderful husband behind me.

It seemed like forever… but I could finally start to feel his frenzied bucking against me. I knew at any minute… he would be filling me with his cum… I pushed back against him.. totally lost in lust.

I gasped… screaming… and felt his body convulse against me….

>Sierra wants a new toy!

>In the realm of wanting to push myself.. in wanting to see how much I can take and try new things… I’ve decided I want a new toy! I want to try out a cane. Now this scares and intrigues the hell out of me… but I really, really want to try it. I want to feel the sting of it against my ass and legs…. I want to see the lovely red whelps left on my skin when Ben is done with is assault on my flesh. Just the very thought of it makes me moist.

When Ben got home tonight we went and took a shower. I mentioned to him that the next toy we get I wanted it to be a cane. He asked me if I was sure about that.. and I said yeah. His words- “Ok, just remember YOU asked for it”. I think I got a little nervous at the sound of that (haha).

I told him just to start out slow.. and we will work ourselves up to full blown caning. After that, he climbed out of the shower and leaned in to kiss me. Me, being the feisty girl that I am.. didn’t kiss him. He said for me to kiss him.. but I still didn’t.

This is when he got inpatient… grabbed my hair.. and told me to kiss him. I felt a twinge in my cunt. Again, I didn’t kiss him. This time.. he pulled harder and put his hands around my throat. I kissed him.. deeply and passionately. I could feel the air slipping from my body as I kissed him… so helpless in his arms… so lusting after him.

Our kiss lasted for a while before I couldn’t breathe anymore and pulled away. Ben stepped back into the shower…. pulled me to the bottom of the tub and shoving his cock down my throat. Oh how I love when he does this.

He face fucked me…. holding my hair tight in his fist. I was barely able to breathe… and he kept pounding away. Then suddenly he slammed deep in my throat with my nose buried in his groin cutting off my air. I could feel my eyes tearing up… and my mouth salivate.

When I couldn’t breathe again… I jerked about trying to get away. He released me… I gasped for air for a few seconds for him to slam back down my throat.

This went on for a bit.. until he wrapped his hand around my throat and weaved his fingers through my hair… and pulled me to my feet. He squeezed hard… and tried to keep breathing. Words spilled out of his mouth.. asking me if I wanted him to whip me… and when I said yes… he asked now… I of course said yes.

Then he let go.. and left the shower. I stayed in for a few more minutes.. getting my footing. When I turned the water off and opened the curtain.. he was standing there in front of the sink. I started to wring my hair out and got half way down when he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me out and onto my knees.

I took him deep in my mouth.. working diligently as I sucked his cock. He stood still as I worked him… his hands still in my hair… holding me close enough without letting me go. After a few moments.. he pulled away… taking me by the hair still and walked out of the bathroom… still dripping with water.

He pulled me into the bedroom and yanked the blankets off the bed. Again… on my knees he fucked my face. He was relentless.. shoving his cock down my throat. I was starting to get cold.. feeling the water roll down my naked body.

When he was done with me he got me on the bed bent over. He went for the flogger and I winced a bit. I knew that what was about to happen.. would hurt.. a lot.

The first it shot through my body… and hurt like hell. I cried out.. and he hit again… and again. Each time was just as painful and I gasped for air each time. He kept whipping me and whipping me… each time I cried out… and all he did was mock me by laughing and being pleased with himself.

He alternated between fucking me and whipping me for a while. Sometimes doing both. He’d go around and have me suck his cock as well… switching things up. He climbed off the bed and behind me again… and nothing.

Then he told me what he had…. a yellow switch like thing. It’s part of a cat toy we have… its like ten inches long and tapered. I think… he wanted to simulate what the sting of a cane could feel like. Suddenly I felt it hit my skin… and it stung.. BAD.

He did this over and over again.. in different spots… I wanted to cry. The last blow was just below my ass.. in the very tender skin. It took my breath away.

After he was done with that.. he slammed back into my dripping wet pussy. He slid in and out a few times and told me to climb onto the bed on my back. He slid his cock down deep into my mouth and told me to spread my legs. He told me he was going to whip my pussy. This is where he began toying with me.

He ran the flogger over my cleaned shaved pussy.. teasing me… he whipped my thighs softly… moving up to my breasts… whipping those. He asked me if I was ready… I was. Seconds passed, yet they seemed like hours… and he dealt the blow. It was harsh.. and it shot through my body like lightening. I kept sucking his cock though.. never stopping.

He ordered me to get back in the position I was in. I crawled back to where I was. He climbed in behind me.. and slid inside of me. He started fucking me hard… with a mission. He flogged me over and over… till I felt his body tense… and felt his cum fill me.

So yeah.. a hot time was had… and I think he likes the idea of a cane.. what do you think?

>a lovely shade of red

>Last night we were on the couch watching tv…. I’m not sure what was said but it was something playful. I leaned over onto Ben grinning and said something I’m that was playful and bratty, again.. can’t remember. Then I grabbed his nipple between my fingers and pinched gently. He tried to block my attempt but failed as I leaned in and took it into my mouth.

I wrapped my lips around it, sucking softly… his whole body relaxed as I did so and let out a sigh of pleasure. I pulled back a bit and flicked his nipple with my tongue, teasing him… making him want me. Then I took his tender flesh into my mouth again and bit down just enough to create tension without breaking the skin.

His fingers weaved through my hair… and I knew that he had to be hard… lusting after my body- just how I wanted him. I felt a grip on my hair pulling me up close to his face and then his other hand wrap around my throat. I was instantly wet.

He pulled my head close to him turning it so he could have access to my ear. He licked the lobe and I could hear his breath so clearly. I waited anxiously for what was going to happen next… my mind all aflutter with wonder. And then finally what seemed like forever he spoke.

“I want to hear you beg for me to whip you. I want to hear you beg to suck my cock. I want to hear you beg for me to fuck you. Do you understand?”

And with that.. I was a puddle. I shook my head yes that I understood. He pushed me back enough to get up off the couch… his hand still gripping my hair. He tugged and I followed. As we neared our room he pulled me in front of him. He pushed my arms up and pulled my shirt up over my head and then yanked my shorts down leaving me completely naked and exposed.

I put my hands up on the door frame just as I felt the sharp sting of his hand hitting my ass… followed with three more strikes. I yelped at the suddenness of it.. the way the pain shot through my body… and went directly to my hungry cunt.

“Go tie your hair up”, he directed as he went into the bedroom. I went into the bathroom quickly and pulled my hair up into a ponytail. As I entered our room he was standing at the foot of the bed holding the flogger… I could not help but get a lot more excited.

Pushing me to the ground, he guided me to suck his cock.. and I did… taking him deep into my eager mouth. And then it began… the onslaught of my body. There was no warm up.. the first hit stung like you would not believe. I could feel the heat in my flesh already. Again he hit… and for a brief second I was afraid he’d hit my feet. I was afraid to feel that pain and so I pulled them into me the best I could without actually hiding them.

I continued to suck his dick as he whipped me… hitting my back and my ass over and over… being relentless… never letting up. He then ordered me to bend over the bed… and so I stood and bent over. There was more flogging… hard quick hits… the hardest he’s ever hit me. And he spoke again… sadistic words rolled out of his mouth…. and I loved it.

“You know what I love about this? I love that no matter how hard I beat you, no one will know because it does not leave marks”

With that he stopped and slide his hardness into my drenched pussy. He commented on how wet I was with a groan and began pumping away at me. I met his movements screaming with pleasure while he still whipped me. It felt glorious… I felt pushed past my comfort zone… and I didn’t want him to stop.

“Aren’t you supposed to be doing something?”, he asked.

“I don’t know?”, I responded

“You don’t know? I think you do.”, he growled.

“I’m supposed to beg you?”, I asked as the flogger hit my back making tears well up in my eyes.

That was it.. that is what I was supposed to be doing… and so I begged him to whip me. I begged for more and more and for it to be harder. He was putting everything into it.. I could tell…. each time I begged he’d hit me harder… and I’d feel like I was going to cry but would ask for more.

He pulled out and hit me over and over…. assaulting my back, my ass, my legs. I cried out over and over and then I asked to suck his cock. He granted it and I greedily took him into my mouth. All the while his beating did not let up… he was going to push me till I broke.. I was sure of it.

Ben finally moved to where he could whip my breasts as I sucked his cock. This is where it got hard… feeling the leather slap down on the tender flesh on the sides…. it was hard not to cry.. not to stop sucking. And then he delivered one harsh blow that make me double over. I breathed deep and he told me not to stop… that I needed to be punished for stopping… didn’t I think so?

“I think you need to have your pussy whipped two times, don’t you?”

I agreed and he pulled me onto the bed… told me to spread my legs. He had me repeat what he was going and say that I deserved to be punished because I had stopped. He slapped the flogger down hard… so hard my legs snapped shut and I couldn’t make a sound.

“Legs apart… ready for the other?”, he said

I managed a yes…. in which was not acceptable.

“Do not talk to me like a pussy…”

I opened my legs and mustered all I had in me… and answered. There was more said.. and then another blow. Again my legs snapped shut… and I gasped for air. From there he turned me over and slammed into my dripping cunt.

He pounded away… still whipping my back… till the tension was all too much. He took the flogger and wrapped it around my neck using it for leverage to fuck me with. The speed quickened… and with that he ordered me to cum. The flood gates opened with that.. and I had a powerful orgasm… quickly followed by his.

When it dissipated… we collapsed into each others arms… basking in the glow of amazing sex.

>my first flogging

>I had anticipated my first flogging from the moment we knew we were getting them. I could not wait to finally know what it felt like to be be whipped. I would sit and daydream about it… think about it as I fell asleep.. little did I know what I imagined would not quite be what it would truly end up being.

The two floggers came in a poster tube. I was stoked when I opened the front door and it was sitting there… waiting. I took them in and opened the container anxiously. I pulled them out… feeling the material against my skin. I felt giddy… just like a little girl in a candy store that just got the best lollipop in the place.

I put my leg out in front of me and lightly swung the leather against my skin. I shivered… loving the way it felt. I hit myself again… a little harder. I grinned and couldn’t wait till Ben would be home.

I picked up my phone and texted him that they had arrived… I got a,”Yay!” back.

Waiting for him to get home seemed like it took forever. I was so anxious.. I almost could not take it. When he got home I rushed over and hugged him then hurried off to grab the off our bed. I showed them to him with such glee it’s almost silly to admit.

We showered… and then had dinner. He said something about being tired.. and I felt the loom of disappointment coming over me. I tried not to get discouraged and be understanding… but it was hard.

When we finally went to bed… I got what I had wanted.

I walked into the room before him. He walked up beside me and grabbed the corner of the sheet and blanket, yanking them off the bed. He pushed me into a bending position towards the bed, my ass exposed. My heart raced with excitement as I saw him out of the corner of my eye picking up the red leather flogger.

“Is that what you want?”, he asked… I replied eagerly with a yes.

He started gently… warming me up. He laid the material on my back and drug it down the length to the bottom of my spine. My whole body seemed to melt… I was already breathing heavily… feeling the wetness grow between my legs.

Slowly he started to smack my back. It felt amazing…. in a relaxing sort of way. What I really wanted was to really just jump in head first… I’m sure he was doing it the best way though. His speed and intensity deepened… to the point that with every hit my body flinched… and I let out whimpers. He hit my back… and my ass… and my legs… and all it made me want was more.

He crawled around to in front of me with his cock standing at attention.. waiting for some attention. I greedily wrapped my mouth around it…. sucking vigorously… not giving any time to warm up. Ben went back to flogging my back…. picking up a rhythm as he hit me.

He told me to rub my clit and that I did. My body was trembling with arousal.. so much so I knew that I couldn’t contain it. Almost like he knew, he ordered me to cum for him. With this order an orgasm erupted through my body… but I didnt stop… nor did he… I wasn’t going to let go of the intensity.

Unfortunately, Ben had other plans. He pulled away from me… and went back behind me. He slapped my back really hard with the flogger then plunged his cock deep inside of my drenched pussy. I let out a scream of relief. We began fucking each other hard… me rubbing my clit still.. him still whipping me. It was fantastic to say the least.

I’m not sure how long he fucked me… I felt like I had went to another place and time… completely focused on the the pain and pleasure that was my very being at that moment. I did feel when he left me… the emptiness, only I did not have time to linger on it… as he was still flogging me.

I cried out for him to hit me harder.. I wanted him to push me… to push me hard. So hard that I would not be able to stand when he was done with me. I wanted that so very badly. He complied… making my skin burn under the whip. By then I had orgasmed several times… Im sure the bed and floor were soaked.

And then… nothing… no whipping… for a split second. Then out of the silence he grabbed a handful of hair and buried himself deep inside me again. He tugged hard… pounding away at my body. It was intense… it was just pure raw sexual heat that was between us. I wanted him to cum as badly as I did not want him to stop.

I made a quick decision and begged for him to cum in me. A few more thrusts…. he barked at me to cum with him… another thrust… and it was like hitting a wall… that daze… that sense of disorientation. We exploded together… both our bodies trembling from the onslaught…. breath shallow… hearts racing. It could not have been more perfect.

We collapsed into bed… holding each other close. I remember snuggling up to him… his arm wrapped around me holding me close to him, knowing that I could not love him more- feeling like the most special girl in the world.