Chapter 6

My skin was covered in goosebumps from the chill in the living room.  The soft leather of the ottoman did nothing to assist in warming me as I pressed my cheek to it.  His hands had felt so different today.  They were playful yet firm, teasing but  harsh, and fastidious.  He had carefully stripped me of my jeans, then had ordered me back to my knees.  I was now in a bit of a frogtie, each thigh to its partnered calf. 

That was when my Sir removed the rest of my clothing, the fleece, and underlying clothing.  Deftly, he pulled my hair free from the tie, letting it spill about my shoulders.  I now knelt, though a bit awkwardly on the floor before him.  Or I had anyway.  The look of pleasure that I love slid over his face, while his thimb stroked my cheek. " Such a good little slut I own."

With that he had turned and made his way towards the bedroom.  I didn't make sense why he left me, a squirming writhing woman on the floor at his feet.  The tip of my tongue flicked out against my lips.  I had crawled to the ottoman and rested myself over it, in hopes of keeping too much pressure from my knees or ankles.  Dark lashes fell over my eyes as I tried to calm my body and relax while I waited for him. 



Fire erupted over  my backside, as I felt the kiss of leather against it.  Startled, I yelped, and jumped up, leaning back to my knees.  "Sir?!"

Instead of an immediate lash, I felt his hand forcing me back down against the leather.  "Let's see how well you can handle this now.  I won't tie your hands, but if I have to, you'll add another 15 lashes, and I'll make you count those. "

I whimpered softly, and squirmed a bit as I tried to get comfortable maintaining his sight of both my back and my ass.  I let out a deep breath, and did my best to relax.  The kangaroo leather begn to fall against my flesh.  It was slow at first- Each  hit was consistent, and seemed carefully placed.  First on a cheek then on my shoulders and back down.  Gradually he picked up the tempo, and varied when he hit which piece of my body. 

I could feel the licks of leather, igniting  over my flesh, leaving the burn in its pleace.  Each one seemed to increase intensity, but he mainained his speed.  I took several deep breaths, hoping to keep myself calm, despite the intense heat over my paler skin.  His attention paused as I felt him behind me.  He was kneeling, the whip in his right hand, as his left was tracing the little designs on my back. 

"I almost forgot how much I enjoyed seeing those little welts on your skin." his finger traced one, forcing me to cry out and nuck against him.  The suprise was mine to feel him there, containing his own excitement.  I could feel him in his jeans, and I began to wriggle backwards, whimpering.  I heard his chuckle, and then he moved. 

"I'm not ready for that yet, wench.  Now remember hold still."

This time there was no sense to it, No rythmn I could manage.  The speed varied, the intenity varied, but he managed to ensure that were the harder strikes landedIt didn't make me jump off the ottoman.  I cried out a few times, as the heavier lashes fell on my back.  I knew the welts would look beautiful in the end, but damn they hurt. 

I buried my head on the leather, my hands gripped the sides of it forcing myself to stay still. My toes curled and my feet were the most mobile as I felt the insistence of the leather.  As I felt the current of the whipping, it was almost as if he was trying to recreate the claw marks that had been on my backside all those years ago.

With warning, I heard the whip fall to the carpet, and He grabbs my shoulder and less than gracefully tossed me to the carpet.  I could only look up at him, dropping his pant,s fumbly a bit as he was focused on taking me.  I could feel every strike  on my back being rubbed and scratched by the carpet underneath me. 

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I lay on the floor, panting, in no hurry to ctach my breath.  I rolled to my side, and deliberatly began to regain control over the movements of my lungs.  It was easier now,  to be off my back.  The welts, were now compounded with what felt like possible carpet burn. Oh he was evil, but how I loved him.  Every bit of it. 

The blanket he bought for me was laid on the floor beside me, and I slid over to lay on it.  His fingers toyed with my hair for a few moments.  His hand pulled my head back, and he pressed his lips to mine.  I moaned softly before he released my hair. 

"I'm sure you'll be there for a bit." A movie turned on, and I felt him sit in the chair above me.  His feet rested one on my hip, the other on  my shoulder.  I closed my eyes, ready to nap and regain some amount of energy.  As I drifted to sleep, I heard," My girl... my good girl.."