“And was your safe word ignored while it was in use?”
“Yes, Mistress Tabitha.”
“Is it alright if I touch your skin with the leather flap?”
“Yes, Mistress Tabitha.”
Tabitha gently rubbed the crop’s flap back and forth over each of my nipples a few times. She guided the crop down the center of my chest, lighting a match and igniting a fire within me.
With the flap against my left hip bone, the clicking of her heels picked up as she walked around me. She dragged the crop along my skin over my hip, dipping down under the curve of my ass cheeks, over my other hip, and stopping at my lower abdomen.
Tabitha ran the crop up the underside of my hard-on, teasing me. When the crop crept closer to the tip, she rubbed the flap under the head of my dick. It drove me wild, and I loved the way the crop felt on my bare skin. Much more of the teasing and I would have come. I was pretty sure Tabitha knew that as well, judging by the playful smile on her face.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Five clicks was what it took her to reach the wall again. I glanced down at my hard cock. She was on her way back to me. Each step drove my dick closer to the edge. Tabitha stood in front of me with my favorite impact tool: the wide wooden paddle.
Fuck, she was killing me tonight.
She loosely spun the base of the handle between her fingertips, causing the tip of the paddle to spin against her palm.
“Did she ignore your safe word and harm you with this, Andrew?”
“Yes, Mistress Tabitha.”
“This was your favorite impact tool, wasn’t it?”
How did she remember?
I was impressed that she had remembered this was my favorite. Tabitha had flogged me before, but I didn’t recall her using a paddle on me.
“Yes, Mistress Tabitha. How did you remember?”
“A good Top doesn’t forget the fine details to the bottom she’s determined to help. May I touch you with this?”
“Yes, Mistress Tabitha.”
The clicking of her shoes continued to echo in my head as she stepped behind me. I braced myself and prayed that I wouldn’t come when she made contact. It was almost a feather-soft touch. One second it wasn’t touching me, until I barely noticed it pressed against my ass cheeks. She slid that paddle from my left cheek to my right cheek. She rubbed it up and down, covering my entire cheek before she slid the paddle back to the left side. I could feel the heat in my face and neck, not to mention that my dick was now leaking pre-cum.
“We’re going to work on it until you’re ready for this again, Andrew.”
“I’d like that, Mistress Tabitha.” I suddenly closed my mouth, preventing a lingering question from leaving my mouth.
“What is it, Andrew? Say it, please?” Tabitha inquired. I went ahead and spoke up because I didn’t want her to fear that my safe word was on the tip of my tongue.
“I was just curious. Now that you’ve seen me naked since the stabbing, what do you see?”
“What do I see?”
“Yes, Mistress Tabitha. What do you see?”
