“Ah, good choices,” he said, in that characteristically cool tone of voice.
I blushed a little, laying down the four implements in front of him.
“And these are your favorites?” he asked. He picked up the cane and swished it.
The hairs on my arms stood up. “Yes, Sir.”
“Tell me which is the most painful.”
I considered my instruments of destruction. “They’re all painful. The cane and wire flogger cut. The strop bruises deep. The paddle just wrecks me.” I paused. “They all hurt, that’s why I picked them.”
He pushed me down over the bench, so my ass was perfectly positioned. “Such a bratty little masochist.” He swung the cane and connected with my flesh, making me scream. “That’s not what I asked.” He landed another blow. “Do you do this on purpose?” He made a third angry stripe across my butt, and I started to cry.
“The flogger!” I whimpered. “The wire flogger hurts the most, Sir.”
He set the cane down. “I see.”
I jumped as I felt the cool wood of the paddle being dragged across my skin. “Here’s the game, pain doll.” The paddle crashed into me, causing me to lurch forward with a groan. “I’m going to start with the other three. When you think you’ve had enough, I want you to beg me to tie you down and finish with the flogger.”
My mind was blank. I couldn’t even comprehend the damage that he was going to do.
“Better make your begging convincing, too. Because you’re getting double the number of strokes with the flogger.”
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