Russell stood next to the bench and pointed to either side where he wanted me to put my knees. I situated my knees on the black, square, leather knee cushions and waited for his next direction. I was perched straddling his spanking bench and everything I had was ondisplay.
“Lean forward, place your forearms flat on the wood,” hesaid.
I wasted no time and got into the instructed position, and swallowed hard as I watched him wrap a leather cuff around my right wrist. The reality of all of this quickly sank in when he threaded a chain up through a hole on the wooden bench. My eyes were glued to Russell’s hands as he attached the metal chain to the cuff, then slid a couple of fingers between the leather and mywrist.
“Ryan, does it feeltight?”
“No.”
“Pull,” he said. “Try to pull your wristsaway.”
I tried to pull my hand away from the bench but there was no give. The chain gave me no more than an inch or two of free movement. I glanced at him and hesmiled.
“Okay?” Russellasked.
“Yes. Okay,” I said andnodded.
He moved to the left side and repeated the process of cuffing the wrist. I let my head rest against the lightly padded frame as I watched. As Russell cuffed my ankles, it came to my attention that April and Kim had been right; the bench offered me more comfort than that horizontal bar wouldhave.
Russell retrieved the flogger and walked calmly back to me. He draped the ends, or the tails, over my upper back and swished them aroundlightly.
“What do you say if you want to stop,Ryan?”
“Hairdryer.”
“Good,” Russell saidslowly.
He stood to one side, near the foot of the bench and flogged me at a steady pace. It was almost rhythmic and relaxing as the tails connected with my upper back. Every few moments he moved to the other side of the bench. After a while, the tails stopped hitting myskin.
He moved from the end of the bench and stood to the side but toward the top part of the bench. Russell firmly grasped my shoulder blade and then rubbed his hand over the warm part of the skin where his attention had been. My pulse raced and I kept my eyes focused on the table that had my stuff on it. His hand moved to my other shoulder blade and rubbed theskin.
“Doing okay, Ryan?” heasked.
I started to nod, but remembered he said that he didn’t want me to use non-verbalcommunication.
“Yes,” Isaid.
“Good,Ryan.”
The flogging started back up, but this time it was more intense. While it hurt, is wasn’t in a bad way that made me feel like I needed to escape. Maybe it was because it wasn’t like anything that I had ever felt before. The tails felt heavy and there was a slight sting when they slapped against my skin, but it felt goodtoo.
He stopped again and slapped his hand over my right shoulder blade. His wide hand spread warmth deep into my muscle as he rubbed over the places he had hit. It felt amazing, and as I shut my eyes to savor it, he gave the same attention to my left shoulderblade.
“You’re doing well,Ryan.”
I felt myself smile. I hadn’t felt like talking, but had he looked at me, he’d see that I was happy with how things were going so far. If he had just left it at that compliment and went back to hitting me, that would have been great. But he had to throw in a comment that I felt in the pit of mystomach.
“You weren’t a bad kid,Ryan.”
I kept my eyes closed.Please just start hitting me again.He continued to rub on the left side of my shoulder and back. I swallowed hard and let my mouth rest in a slightly open position so I could get more air to mylungs.
Flogging started again, but this time it was lower. Much lower. I pushed myself away from the memories of literally getting caught with my hands in my pants and focused on the tails from the flogger as they hit my ass. I could feel the sting much more on myass.
I adjusted my forearms so that they were closer to the center part of the frame. I was getting warm, knowing that he was looking at my ass so he could concentrate on making sure he hit me in the rightspot.
“You didn’t deserve what they did to you,Ryan.”
Please just keep hitting me and don’ttalk.
