Spring Beating (Part 2)

(continued from Part 1)

I have had a wonderful spanking with bamboo and Sir's belt.  I am .... panting and content and feeling floaty lovely.

He stops with the bamboo and begins with the crop.  He's hitting my ass and my thighs.  It's strategic, and definitely impactful :)  

He continues with the same pattern as before.  He does a series of softer strikes and then a series of harder, with increasing intensity. I love the crop.  


He switches back to the bamboo...my rubbing...my soothing.  He completes a set of bamboo and quickly switches back to the crop.  Only this time he starts out fairly hard and increases to REALLY FUCKING HARD.  I can hear it move through the air before it hits.  I can hear the music of the crop, them melody of the crop.  

I'm sure he's making marks intentionally.  When he's done, I'm rolling from side to side trying desperately to stay on my stomach and not flip over.  It's so intense a sting.  

"Breath, fiona.  I'm going to give you a break and then when you're ready, turn over."

HOLY SHIT, when I'm ready for what?  I had a thrill run through me.  I was excited, terrified, nervous, strung out, exhausted, exhilarated, still hyperventilating...OMG.

I have absolutely NO concept as to how much time passed before I awkwardly turned over.   My head was swimming and I was less than graceful.  Nothing sexier than an ungraceful sub, huh?  Oh well.

He lets me lay on my back for a bit and then he begins to position me.  He tells me to put my hands on the rungs of the foot board.  He opens my legs to they are spread eagled.  He rubs the crop all over my body, over my thighs, over my pussy, over my belly, up my ribs, around my nipples.  

It's hot.  I'm so turned on ... ok, well that's a serious understatement.  He raises goose bumps all over my body.   

He's not really cropped the front half of my body before.  He's flogged and spanked, but not cropped.  He starts slow.  I don't know if he's apprehensive and investigating how I react, or if he can sense my apprehension.  I don't know and I don't care, I'm grateful for his slow start.  

He strikes my thighs and strikes my mons.  He's starting with another pattern but it's so intense I can't identify it.  I'm a numbers sub, so my brain is pretty fucking shorted if I can't identify a pattern.  

He then rubs the crop over my nipples and I wonder if he's really going to hit them with a crop.  I'm torn...between desperate desire for him to crop them and terror that he actually will.  

His first strike comes and I take my hands down for just a second...enough to grab the pillow and cover my face.  He crops and once again increases intensity. I scream.  My nipple is so hard and so sensitive and so, oh delicious. Instead of his hand which covers my tits when he slaps them, it's strategic strikes.  He's hitting my all over my breast and then targets my nipple.  

It's, I'm, it's, it feels, I'm just, Ahhhhhhhhh.  There's fire and pleasure and sting, and my pussy is clenching and I'm screaming and I, oh my, and I, and.....