"Lie down on your back and spread your legs wide little one," I command retaking my seat at the foot of the bed to watch the impending show.
You quickly comply and the sight of you splayed and open before me is so very tempting. I would like to take you right here and now but there is a little more work to be done to drive home the point about the imperative of following your Master’s commands. Still and all, there is a renewed slick sheen on your lips inviting my attention. I squirm a little in my seat trying to get comfortable with my erection.
"Now my pet, let us continue as before but this time I want you to bring the leather strop of the crop down directly on your clit and lips," I demand. "But be careful to only strike yourself with the leather tip because the shaft of the crop hitting your pubic bone or clit would be rather uncomfortable," the irony in the understatement not lost on you. "Oh, and between smacks, do kindly rub the tip of the crop over your pussy and clit like a good girl."
Pensively you lower the crop to your wet and waiting lips and gingerly test out the feel. The leather is stiff and the edges a little rough and you do your utmost to keep it centered and flat against your lips so as not to chafe.
With a little hesitation you raise the crop a few inches above your pussy and bring it back down again with a slightly wet sounding flop.
"No, no that doesn’t even count pet," I interrupt. "Raise the crop up high and deliver a proper blow to yourself. Begin again."
You jump and slam your legs together as the leather strikes with a satisfying stinging blow.
Sucking in your breath, “One thank you…”
"Open your legs!" I command. "Hold them open with your other hand if you have to or I shall tie them apart. Begin again."
"One, thank you Sir, may I please have another?"
"Two, thank you Sir, may I please have another?"
Your grunts and squirming as you repeatedly deliver the crop squarely and firmly to your clit turn me on. And even though it is evident that you are not particularly enjoying the game, your body betrays you and responds to the stinging stimulus by engorging your lips as they grow ever wetter. You spread the sheen around rubbing the leather over your stinging lips as instructed. The entire effect is mesmerizing.
"Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, thank you Sir, may I please have more?"
The entire area around your pussy is growing a rosy red from the blows and slight misses and the slick sheen of your juices is spread wantonly. The entire effect is inviting and I so want to take my rock hard erection and drive roughly and completely into you.
Snapping my finger a few more times, enjoying the ever growing reaction it elicits from you, I reach for my ice water, the cubes tinkling in the glass.
Caption © For the Love of A Submissive, 2012