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Stepping back, he swished the flogger a few times, then swept it up to catch the underside of her ass, making her jump. She giggled and relaxed as he brought it back down, dragging the strands over her shoulders. Since he wasn’t using any real force yet, it wouldn’t hurt or even sting much. The leather was soft and supple, like a caress.

A few more sweeps of the strands over her skin, then he began putting a little more oomph into his swings. Not nearly as much as he had into the swats he’d given her, but enough so she would feel it. Might even sting a little.

He could hear her moan right before she leaned into the cross, using it to help stabilize her and hold her up as he began bringing the leather down on her shoulders and ass. It had been far too long since he’d been able to give someone a good flogging. He took his time building up both speed and impact, making sure he hadn’t lost his touch over the years.

Shoulders.

Butt.

Shoulders.

Butt.

Once he was feeling good, he swung it up between her legs, snapping the leather against her pussy.

Ashley cried out, the wood creaking as she strained against it, her hands automatically trying to move after the sensual assault. Lincoln just kept the flogger going, even as he smiled at the sweet sounds she was making. His cock throbbed against the front of his pants, and he reached down, pressing his hand against it to give him some relief while he continued flogging her.

Shoulders.

Butt.

Shoulders.

Butt.

A few more sweeps, then he paused, stepping forward to run his hand over her pink skin. It was warm to the touch but not hot and likely only a little more sensitive than usual. She shuddered as he ran his palm over her flesh, panting for breath and hanging a little limply now that he’d stopped flogging her.

“How are you feeling, pet?”

“G-Good… S-Sir…” she stammered, giving herself a little shake as though she’d been in dreamland.

“Good girl.”

He didn’t think she was in subspace, but a good flogging could be like a good massage—relaxing and hypnotic and sometimes hard to come out of the mental state it put you in.

Shoulders.

Butt.

Shoulders.

Butt.

Shoulders.

Pussy.

She cried out, going up her tiptoes, panting for breath, and he didn’t think it was because of the pain. Glossy cream now decorated the strands of the flogger, announcing her growing arousal, as if she hadn’t been wet enough already.

Fuck she was beautiful.

He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back much longer.

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Ashley

Everything burned.

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