Page 65 of Stripping the Sub
Standing behind her, he shifted the two chairs seated in front of the desk to give himself more room. He took a moment to admire her creamy backside, that pale ivory expanse just waiting to be painted with streaks, before raising his hand.
The flogger whirred through the air, the heavy falls coming down on her shoulders and upper back.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
She moaned. Michael twisted his arm, drawing back, and snapped the flogger back up against her ass.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
Above his head, a twist, and back down.
Ellie writhed under the leather as it struck her body, her back arching slightly, offering up her ass for more punishment. She moaned, almost continuously, panting slightly as Michael used the flogger over her skin. The ivory of her flesh blushed and then began to darken, turning a brighter, deeper pink as the leather impacted over and over again.
As she moaned and squirmed, her arms trembled, and Michael could see the effort she was using to hold herself up, but it wasn’t enough and she slowly began to sink down. He followed with the flogger, continuing his assault on her sensitized skin, as his cock began to swell. Since he’d left his pants open in front, he wasn’t distracted by his growing dick, he just focused on Ellie and her dipping body.
He could tell the moment her clamped nipples touched the desk, because she jerked upwards as soon as it happened.
The cool wood would feel especially potent against her sensitive buds, not to mention if she let her weight fall on her chest, her clamped tips would be pressed into her breast flesh, which wouldn’t be entirely comfortable either. Especially if she moved at all against the desk, making the clamps scrape over it.
Michael grinned at the conundrum she was facing as he continued to flog her, taking extra care around her ass so none of the strands slid between her legs and anywhere near the clamp on her clit.
She couldn’t hold herself totally upright forever though, especially not as her shoulders and ass turned a dark sunset pink and her hips moved with each blow, getting more and more into the rhythm he’d established. The swaying movements were erotic, as she was seeking out the stimulation she needed to cum and was unable to find it. This time when her nipples dipped down to touch the desk, she whimpered but didn’t jerk back up as she braced herself on her forearms. The tips of her breasts flattened against the desk and she held herself perfectly still, trying not to move and disturb her clamped buds.
Time to switch implements.
“You said you enjoy the rubber strap, didn’t you, Ellie?” he asked, almost jovially as he gave her one last lashing across the shoulders with the flogger.
She shuddered. He thought he heard her whisper ‘oh god’, but he wasn’t completely sure.
Laying the flogger on the desk beside her, he moved around to his toy bag to pull out his new strap. Her face was flushed, eyes glassy and anxious, lips swollen as she watched him. Her eyes widened when she saw the narrow strip of rubber. Only two inches wide, he had practiced wielding it quite a bit this week, knowing it had a seriously nasty bite and not wanting to push her past her limits.
“Three strokes with the strap,” he told her, and could almost hear the war going on inside of her head.
Part of her wanted to insist she could take more than three strokes of any implement; another part of her was wary of the thinness of the strap and the fact that she hadn’t actually felt its impact yet. Not to mention he’d just flogged her ass to a nice, sensitive, rosy hue and she didn’t know how hard he planned on wielding the strap. In the end, she just stayed quiet, her anxiety and desire for more easy to read in her adorably conflicting expressions. Michael just grinned.
He’d start with three. He doubted she’d need more. Or if she could even tolerate more.He was certainly starting to grow impatient. His cock was starting to ache with the need to be inside her, and when she finally looked away from the strap, her eyes went immediately to his dick. She licked her plump lips as she stared at his erection, which didn’t help him control his arousal at all.
“What color are you, beautiful?” he asked, folding the strap in half and tapping it against his thigh, which drew her attention away from his cock.
She whined, high in her throat. “Green, Sir.”
The ‘Sir’ came out without thinking, he could tell, so he didn’t rebuke her for it. At this point, being a submissive as long as she had been, it was ingrained in her to call her Dom ‘Sir’, and it was actually a good indicator for him of where she was in her head during a scene. Once she started calling him Sir, he knew she wasn’t really focused on what she should or shouldn’t be calling him… she was just running on instincts.
Moving back around the desk, Michael admired his handiwork on the areas he’d just flogged. The rosiness of her skin was nicely spread over the entire area he’d flogged, bringing all the blood to the surface of her skin and making her much more sensitive than she would normally be. This was going to hurt.
Grinning, he widened his stance slightly to keep his balance as he set himself just to the side of her, grabbed his throbbing cock with his left hand, and drew back his right arm, holding the folded over strap tightly.
WHAP!
She jerked with a scream, followed by another high cry, as a nasty red welt rose up across the upper crest of her buttocks. The strap had caused her scream; her jerking and scraping her nipples across the wooden desk had caused the second cry she’d made. A double whammy for one stroke.
Giving her a moment, Michael stroked his cock as Ellie shuddered and settled back down, a hitching in her breathing letting him know her tears had started and this time she wasn’t able to slow them.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, although he was fairly certain he was interpreting her cries correctly.
“No!”
The immediate response let him know he was right on target. Ellie really liked this strap.
