He Flogs ...100 ... 200 ...

Yep, this is one of my beautiful
Floggers made by Conina

We were in the bedroom getting ready for bed;  Bathroom, getting towels for morning showers, morning clothes, picking up dirty laundry, talking about this and that.  I quietly close the door while he was in the bathroom, hoping he doesn't hear it lock.  He was getting out floss and I lay, naked, over the side of the bed.  This is my sign that I need, not want, NEED a spanking.  He walks in to change the television channel, floss in hand and sees me.

"Get the flogger for me, then lay back down and don't move," he commands without missing a beat.  Oh how I love that he doesn't miss a beat.  He changes the channel and then proceeds to floss his teeth.

I get the flogger, shown on the right, the one with the knots in it so that it packs a bit more of a punch (all puns intended).  I need that tonight.  I need more intensity.  I lay the flogger next to me as I lay back across the bed, on the balls of my feet, back flat with my hands stretched across the bed.  I wait and breathe.  He flosses his teeth and I hear him getting his toothbrush.  He walks in, I can't see him, but can hear him brushing his teeth behind me.

"AAaahhhh!"  I say in surprise - I hadn't heard him pick up the flogger.  It doesn't hurt, but simply surprises me.

He brushes his teeth and flogs.  It is somehow a bit more exciting because he seems to be flogging his slut as an afterthought...like it simply goes along with something as pedestrian as brushing his teeth.  Just... getting ready for bed.

He flogs me! Changing the location of the strike only slightly.  He flogs!  He is aiming for my ass...not my thighs or back...just my ass. He flogs!   Now as I have a not-unsubstancial ass, there is a bit of space for variation - but not very much.  He flogs!  He changes the intensity of the strike.  He flogs!   He changes where on the falls it hits - weather it is mostly knots or knots pulling across the silky tails.  He flogs!

...He flogs!
...He flogs!

Somewhere around 200 and I am slipping.  My breathing, that had been more like panting, more like moaning, more ... just more ... suddenly becomes quiet.  My body which had been moving on the bed, exploring the sensations, asking for more, meeting the flogger in invitation for another strike, stills.  I slip.  I quiet.  I absorb, I am lost - no I am FOUND!  I am content, feeling each strike but only externally.  My mind is quiet, I am calm, I feel safe, surrounded by ... surrounded by ... space.

He stops at 300.  I can feel my ass heating the entire room.  There may have been a thermal spike in the town we live in, I don't know.  He walks around the bed, moves my hands and lays down.   He pulls his hand to his cock.  I touch, I stroke, I rub.  He gives me time to find myself.

"May I climb onto the bed, please Sir?"  I ask.

"Yes." he says.  "You needed that didn't you?"

"Oh, Yes, Sir!  Thank you, Sir." And my mouth devours him.  "Take your hand, fiona.  Hold me."  he commands.  I know him to mean that I am to hold and play with his balls while I suck.  Oh, the veins.  I love feeling his throbbing veins on his cock.  Feeling the blood pumping through him.  I love the strength of his cock and the feel of him pushing down my throat.  I love how slick and smooth it is after he has shoved down my throat several times.  Oh, do I love my Sir's manhood.

"When is the last time you swallowed for me, fiona?" He asks, knowing it's been a couple of weeks.  "boo bwong!" is my reply with my mouth around him.  "Come here, I want you to taste yourself, when you taste me."  He says as he grabs me and pulls me up.  I lower down onto him and he fucks for only a few minutes then pushing me back down.  I lick his balls, suck on them for a minute, then replace my mouth with my hand as I move to take his cock back into my mouth.  I suck, he pumps.  His hand grabs and pulls my hair, controlling my head, defining the pace, fucking my mouth.  I can taste... me, I can taste my wetness on him.  He cums and I suck, I lick, I savor. I hold it all.  I revel in every moment.

After he is all spent, I open my mouth to show him his gift.  "Oh, fiona.  You ARE a good girl.  Now swallow!"

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