He picks me up now, slinging me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carries me to a corner where he straddles me over some sort of wooden pommel horse.

There was no point to struggle anymore, he had me right where he wanted me and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it but lay there, sweaty, cold and exposed. With my arms now having been strapped down, and my legs spread wide, he takes the worn, leather flogger and strikes me, leaving a series of searing welts across my ass. Immediately my body tenses and another sharp yip escapes my lungs. Again he strikes me, only this time making contact with my clit. A stronger jolt runs through my body and a louder, more vocal yelp escapes.

I hear him laugh and with a pleasant tone to his voice he says “you like that don’t you, Sweetie.” Another blow from the flogger strikes me in almost the exact spot as before only this time it was different, this time I sort of… Liked it.