His Crop of Magic

It was a crazy busy day here.
We made it through.

I was in bed and looked at Sir,
who was standing nearby, 
getting ready for bed.

"You didn't even ask me about my day."
I said...pouting.
"Oh, fiona, I'm sorry.  Tell me about your day."
I turned over onto my stomach and closed my eyes.
"I'm going to sleep."

"Fiona, I'm going to ask one more time.
I want to know about your day. 
Think carefully, little girl."

I was being petulant.  I knew it at the time.
A war was waging inside of me...
one side wanting to talk to him 
and the other being childish and obstinate.

THWACK

I hadn't even heard him get it.
He grabbed the crop and 

THWACK, THWACK

There was this instant build in my body.
"Awwhhhhhhh," escaped my mouth.

THWACK, THWACK, THWACK

He's hitting my ass, over the quilt.
He must be swinging full force.
I can hear it slice through the air.
Hear the thud as it land, HARD.

My body is so responsive.
My mind is just as affected.

I can feel...
   ...feel the strike land on my ass
      ...feel the sting, the burn
         ...feel my body letting go
            ...feel my stress melting away
I can feel...
   ...feel my sexual excitement coursing through my body
      ...feel the energy building
         ...feel my orgasm cresting
            ...feel my body vibrating

Sir and His crop evoke some powerful, magical feelings!