The tails fell softly against my now bare ass. He withdrew, and again the tails were kind. I breathed faster, anticipating what was to come.
I lay in wait for the next stroke, holding my breath. The cat o' nine was taken away, and then I felt the hard leather slap my tingling skin. I yelped, but not even before I could yelp did another hit come.
I screamed, clutching the sheets. The angled tips set my ass on fire, and stroke after stroke came. His gentle nature had given way to his sadistic side, loving to hear me scream.
My mind reeled in pleasure-pain while he swtiched to massaging my red thighs and cheeks. He drew back his hand, and brought it against my slightly less tortured cheek. His cupped hand had actually hurt more than the leather.
I could feel heat rising as I begged him not to spank me again. Satisfied, he brought the nine tails back into play, working me over for a few more minutes.
I couldn't take it anymore. "Fuck me Master!" I pleaded.
He cast the nine tails aside, I could hear it drop onto the wood floor. He grabbed my long, loose hair, and took me from behind. My body was almost feverish with desire, the endorphins working overtime, giving way to new pleasure.
When we both were spent, we sprawled out on the bed next to eachother, breathing heavily. My body was tingling deliciously all over, and I couldn't help but smile.