Page 17 of Trusting Laurence
Larry moved around Ginger, trailing the crop over her curves, coming to stand behind her. Slowly, he started again. First gentle strikes, then firmer. The snap of the crop made a satisfying sound as it connected with her skin. No two blows landed on the same spot.
When her skin was sufficiently warmed, he exchanged the crop for a braided flogger. He knew Ginger had a particular weakness for it. Of all the toys and implements, she loved this one above all. He also took a piece of scarlet silk ribbon out of his bag.
“Hands behind you.”
Immediately, Ginger moved to do as she was told. Larry gently secured the ribbon over her wrists.
“Are you ready for the flogger, little one?”
“Yes, please, Sir.”
“Keep your hands open and relaxed, and no coming without permission.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
He snapped the whip, the tails swishing through the air, warning Ginger of the first stroke to come. With a steady rhythm, Larry alternated between front and back. Strike after strike. Once again, no two in the same place. Her sounds of pleasure rang out, driving his own needs higher.
As the flogger swept across her palms and the globes of her buttocks, Ginger cried out.
He crouched down, dropping soothing, open-mouthed kisses on each hand. Laving the skin with his tongue. As he stood, he trailed a finger down the crack of her ass.
“How long do you think you can last, little one? Let’s see. No coming without permission. Ten strokes — count them out for me.”
The strands of the flogger trailed over her reddening palms before he raised the flogger, higher than he had been doing. Larry landed the first one.
“One,” Ginger called breathlessly.
It was followed, almost immediately, by another.
“Two.”
Rhythm steady, Larry delivered another six strokes.
With the next one, he lifted his arm a little higher. As a hearty swat landed on her ass, tears trickled down her smooth cheek. The last blow had Ginger letting loose a long, low moan, the sound laced with her lust.
“Ten, Sir.”
“Would you like to come?”
“Oh yes, please, Sir.”
He stepped closer, his arms going around her curvy little frame to play with her full breasts, pulling on her taut nipples. Hard. Another moan. He dropped his right hand between her legs and rubbed her clit. The action wound her tighter, her body responding to the extra stimulation. The evidence of her arousal coated her puffy lips and the inside of her thighs. He slid two fingers into her drenched feminine core.
“You’ve done well. But it’s not yet time for you to come. Do you think you can take a little more?”
He could see Ginger attempt to settle her breathing, tightly caught up in the ecstasy of the moment. He stepped behind her, putting his arms around her.
“Breathe with me, little one. Match your breathing to mine.”
She did as he said, inhaled and exhaled in unison. They stood like that for long moments as Ginger gained control.
Eventually, she nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
With a smile, he stepped back. “The paddle this time, I think.”
Larry removed the paddle from his bag, taking his time. He let the anticipation grow as she waited for him to land the first smack. Again, he reached into the bag and took out a blindfold this time. He lifted it over her head, careful not to pull any of the silken strands as he settled it over her eyes.
