| The Five Twenties - The Second Twenty |
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| Written by Lady Johanna |
| Saturday, 30 August 2008 21:16 |
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(continued from The Five Twenties - The First Twenty")
She remains tightly bound spreadeagle before me and ungagged so I can hear her screams. I move around to the bottom of the bench between her legs and pull a small whip out of my pocket. Although her eyes are watering, I see surprise beneath the tears. The whip is not much longer than a ruler. The handle is simply a 5 inch black cylinder and the tails are plastic about 8 inches long. A friend gave it to me years ago because I used to sit at her house and wack my leg with it repeatedly, but in my home, it is used more often as a cat toy than for corporal punishment. I've always liked rubber and plastic whips for their ability to be cleaned; they can be sterilized in a way that leather cannot, so are ideal for uses in which body fluids may touch the implement. While this particular little flogger isn't terrifically painful when sitting in a chair wacking your leg, that's is not what I'm using it for today. This is why she's surprised, she's never seen this whip in the dungeon, it is usually on my desk next to the phone. She suddenly realizes what I am about to do and her eyes widen. She gulps and begins to beg, "Please..." Her words are cut off by a scream as the first stroke hits her wide open cunt. She struggles frantically in her bonds, but the small amount she can bring her thighs together makes no difference to the relentless strokes across her cunt. I aim everywhere, hitting the top of her mound and the softness between her lips. I can't claim to have aimed for it, but one scream is so much louder than the rest, I am certain I have hit her clit directly. I am both shaking and shaken as I give her the last of the twenty and put down the whip. She is wailing, snot running unattractively down her face. She shivers as I verify that her hands and feet have not gotten cold in her struggle against her bonds. I'm uncertain if she hears my words of comfort through her sobs, "Two down, three to go..." STORY INDEX The Five Twenties - an introduction The Five Twenties - The First Twenty The Five Twenties - The Second Twenty The Five Twenties - The Third Twenty The Five Twenties - The Fourth Twenty The Five Twenties - The Fifth Twenty The Five Twenties - epilogue Add your comment |
