This part, she was starting to look forward to.She knew it was to help prevent bruising, but it created intimacy and helped her prepare her mind as much as her body.
“How many stripes would you like, Lara?”
In her fantasies, she’d never been asked that question.“Ah… I don’t know how to answer.”What was the number between too many and not enough?“Whatever you say, Sir.”
He was still rubbing her skin, relaxing her with every touch.“Let’s start with eight, with the option of another eight before I fuck your ass.”
“What?”She turned her head to the side.Instinctively, she clenched her buttocks.“Sir.Connor.”
He moved onto gentle smacks, and pressure built inside her.Since he’d teased her earlier, she’d already been somewhat aroused.He was a master at erotic seduction.“You’re insane.”
“Insane, Sir.”He pinched her.
“Youareinsane, Sir.”
“You’ll ask for it,” he vowed.
“I’ve never asked for it before, Sir.”
“Have you ever done it?”
“No.”
“You’ve had my finger up your ass.”
“I think that’s different.”
“Relax your buttocks, sub.”
Despite the instructions, his words kept her on edge.
He continued to rub her.“Close your eyes.Give up the fight.”
She did.
Then she felt him take the belt off her.
“Stay in that same place.”
She nodded.
“Eight,” he reminded her.
He gave her the first two lightly, across the fleshiest part of her rear.It was no more than a tease.Seductive.“More,” she said.
“That’s two,” he responded.“Now three and four.”He placed another one, lower, then lower still.
This was a totally different experience from the spanking or the single tail.As he’d said, it covered a larger area, not just in terms of length, but in terms of width.There was so much more surface to connect with her skin, a broader area to burn into her.
“Halfway.”
The next was harsher, and she yelped.
He paused for a moment and waited for her to nod.
The sixth, he seared across her buttocks.She screamed.It was more than she’d expected, everything she’d hoped.
“Seven,” he said, counting in advance.
