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I suppose I was being a little bit whiny. But it had been so long since I'd had any attentions I just couldn't help myself. John had been working so hard lately, he'd almost forgotten I existed, or so it seemed to me. When even my sexiest lace teddy failed to get him interested, I was driven to desperate measures.
Some girls might think it's strange that I will actually beg to be tied and whipped, but if I go without it too long I start to pout, and John hates that.
As always, I ended up getting more than I bargained for. Clearly stung by my accusing him of neglecting me, he made it plain that he intended to sting my right back. In a blink, I was kneeling on the couch with my arms trussed up behind me and tied off to our clever little ceiling hook. I was already excited and I made big, pleading eyes at him, hoping he might just take advantage of a girl in such a helpless situation. But I knew I wouldn't get what I wanted without paying for it, and when he unlaced my top to expose my nipples, I wasn't surprised to feel them caressed by his whip. Nor was I surprised when he lashed down hard across them, though I'm sure my loud yelp sounded plenty startled. He's just too damned accurate with that thing!
I was getting plenty of attention now, my tits on fire from repeated impacts of the knotted lash. As usual, I whimpered and squirmed and complained, for all the good it would do me. John knows just how much I can really take, and make sure I'm never shorted.
Only when he was satisfied with how well striped I was in front did he take me down and let me undress completely. Hoping to impress him with my obedience, I was quick to hop up on zhe table and spread myself out face down, just like he told me, holding nice and still so he could tie me down in the neat, precise way he prefers. With my behind nicely arched up in the air as a target, he went back to work with his whip. Though I don't always admit it, I love having my ass whipped. The redder it gets, the wetter I get. It's even better if I'm tied down so tight I can't wiggle out of the way.
When he flipped me over and my behind made contact with the hard surface of the table, the sensation was electrifying. I certainly wasn't feeling neglected now. Given the vulnerable way in which he tied me down, I had hopes he might now climb on for a ride, but instead he brought out those nasty little metal clothespins he puts on my nipples when I've been really bad. The fact that they were all hard and swollen from the whipping didn't make it any easier to take. He was typically methodical, arranging them in neat patterns around the tenderest flesh at the points of my tits.
Only when I had thanked him very, very nicely for going to so much trouble for me did I finally get the reward I had been hoping for. By then, I was really ready to appreciate it.
Some girls might think it's strange that I will actually beg to be tied and whipped, but if I go without it too long I start to pout, and John hates that.
As always, I ended up getting more than I bargained for. Clearly stung by my accusing him of neglecting me, he made it plain that he intended to sting my right back. In a blink, I was kneeling on the couch with my arms trussed up behind me and tied off to our clever little ceiling hook. I was already excited and I made big, pleading eyes at him, hoping he might just take advantage of a girl in such a helpless situation. But I knew I wouldn't get what I wanted without paying for it, and when he unlaced my top to expose my nipples, I wasn't surprised to feel them caressed by his whip. Nor was I surprised when he lashed down hard across them, though I'm sure my loud yelp sounded plenty startled. He's just too damned accurate with that thing!
I was getting plenty of attention now, my tits on fire from repeated impacts of the knotted lash. As usual, I whimpered and squirmed and complained, for all the good it would do me. John knows just how much I can really take, and make sure I'm never shorted.
Only when he was satisfied with how well striped I was in front did he take me down and let me undress completely. Hoping to impress him with my obedience, I was quick to hop up on zhe table and spread myself out face down, just like he told me, holding nice and still so he could tie me down in the neat, precise way he prefers. With my behind nicely arched up in the air as a target, he went back to work with his whip. Though I don't always admit it, I love having my ass whipped. The redder it gets, the wetter I get. It's even better if I'm tied down so tight I can't wiggle out of the way.
When he flipped me over and my behind made contact with the hard surface of the table, the sensation was electrifying. I certainly wasn't feeling neglected now. Given the vulnerable way in which he tied me down, I had hopes he might now climb on for a ride, but instead he brought out those nasty little metal clothespins he puts on my nipples when I've been really bad. The fact that they were all hard and swollen from the whipping didn't make it any easier to take. He was typically methodical, arranging them in neat patterns around the tenderest flesh at the points of my tits.
Only when I had thanked him very, very nicely for going to so much trouble for me did I finally get the reward I had been hoping for. By then, I was really ready to appreciate it.
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