The Flogging.

You're bound and proud to kneel at my feet, your form is on display, with bright eyes and eagerness you're ready for your play.

With practiced ease I gauge the range and carve the empty air, I begin to evil grin as you show off your lovely pair.

The licking tails land and caress the contours of your flesh, and make your pouting pussy lips a glistening slippy mess.

Building in intensity, this really is an art, the rhythm drums a rapid beat pounding with your heart.

The thud and sting ripple through you as I alternate my blows, from left and right they land as your skin begins to glow.

Dropping dropping dropping, your breath begins to slow until the distant pounding almost ceases to let go.

Rhythmical and constant the tails whip and flail the air, carving arcs of pleasure pain exquisite to the ear.

Creeping down the pace again I tickle your behind, your shallow breath and peacefulness truly are sublime.

Once again I hold you close and whisper in your ear, your eyes are glazed and flickering as you see that Master's here.