Page 33 of Bound in Sacrifice

Walking to a set of hooks on the wall nearby, he picks up the item that he had in his hand in the dream I had yesterday.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“I’m nervous. I didn’t believe that spanking could feel good but my mind changed upon seeing Paige enjoy it as much as she did.”

“Good, Rosabelle. Remove your skirt. I want you to kneel on the edge of the bench and lay your body over the hump. I’m going to restrain you to it with your ass high in the air. Once you are in position, I’ll explain what’s going to happen next.”

I do as he says and climb up onto the bench. I can already feel my nerve endings heightening in anticipation of what is to come. The way my body reacted to watching Paige getting her ass spanked in the training room was intoxicating and addicting, and I’m really looking forward to feeling that way again. Without a second thought, I lean over and place my elbows on the other side of the bench. Sticking my ass high in the air for him already has my clit throbbing, again.

Is he going to make me come like this? I hope so.

He was right, it was only a matter of time before I begged him for it.

“You’re absolutely breathtaking, little lamb,” he says.

My pussy clenches at his words.

“I’m going to start off slow. I will add more power based on your reaction. If at any time you feel uncomfortable or something hurts and you need me to stop, say ‘red’. If you’re uncomfortable with something and you need me to ease up, say ‘yellow’. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good.”

The first hit doesn’t hurt at all. The suede tails are soft and they tickle my skin as The Beast whips the flogger through the air. He hits me with the tails over and over again, softly and it almost feels like a massage. It’srelaxing. Between that and the erotic position that I am in, it doesn’t take any time at all for the moisture to build up again.

I am enjoying the feel of it, when suddenly The Beast increases the power behind his hit, taking me by surprise. I expect the slight sting to interfere negatively, but it has the opposite effect and the increased pleasure elicits a moan from me.

“My little lamb is enjoying herself.”

“Yes, Sir,” I pant.

He swings the flogger down on my ass several more times, each with equal power, and I cry out.

“Oh my, God!”

“Does that hurt?”

“No, Sir.”

“Tell me, little lamb,” he says, bringing his face close to mine. “If I were to remove your panties, would they be a little wet or would they be soaking?”

His words make me pant.

“Yes, Sir.”

“A little wet, Sir.”

He swings the flogger several more times with the same exhilarating effect that it had before and I cry out again.

“I think my little lamb is ready to come, am I right?”

“Yes, Sir.”

My stomach drops when he begins to untie me. I whine in response thinking that he’s going to work me up and make me stay that way.

“Don’t worry, little lamb. I’m not done with you.”

What else does he have planned? Just as I am about to break down and beg him to touch me, exactly like he said I would, he answers my silent question.

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