I Came to a Crop

He locks the door,
Walks me into the bathroom.
Turns on both ceiling fans.

My stomach flips...I know what's coming.

He stands behind me and kisses my neck.
His hands reach to my sides and sensuously lift my shirt.
He undoes my bra and slides it off.
He reaches around, unbuttons my jeans and lets them fall on the floor.

After a quick smack on my ass
He divests me of my panties and bends me over
He directs me to put my hands on the tub.

He smacks me with the crop...
He's really working hard at mastering his new toy.
Some of the strikes are thuddy, some are stingy.

I'm wiggling and swaying and moaning
and breathing so heavily.

As he crops me, he stands to the side with
his non-cropping hand settled strongly on my back.

His touch grounds me,
His smack lets me soar.
What magical duality!

He rubs and scratches my back, my ass, my legs.
"Stand up, fiona."
I do.

"Face me."
I do.  I look down, feeling very shy.

"Don't look away, fiona.  Look at me"
Reluctantly, I do.

"Spread your legs and think about the spreader bar we were talking about earlier. 
Do Not Move, Fiona."
I do.

He crops my pussy.
It hits and the tip wraps around my mons.
Each time it impacts my clit, I climb higher up Pleasure Peak.
I finally close my eyes because I can't stand it any more.
Ahhh,  AAhhhhh, AAAAAHHHHHH
I cum so hard and lunge forward and grab Sir.

I shutter and spasm in his arms and he holds me tight.
I am His.