Chapter 122: Krispin
"Now, brace her body but you might want to be cautious around the pins."
The woman was wicked. I kissed Angela on the cheek and then held her jaw between my palms, not sure what else to do at this point.
"I want you to count for me, Little Bird."
She answered, "Yes, Mistress," but her eyes never left mine.
The first strike wasn't hard but her body flinched. I mouthed 'one' while she said it out loud. I kissed her nose and she smiled.
The next nine went the same way. I placed light kisses on each of her eyes, between them and then on both sides of her cheeks with each lash of the whip.
"I won't be quite so gentle for the next ten."
I flinched but Angela looked at me with a steady dreamy gaze. I let my hand travel from her jaw, down her neck, stopping between her breasts. God she was sexy.
The sound of the whip changed and air hissed from Angela's lips and her hips ground into mine trying to escape the sting, "Eleven."
I brought my other hand down and circled her breasts without touching her nipples.
"Twelve!" It was a sharp cry.
My lips went forward and my tongue came out. I ran it over one extended nipple.
"God! Thirteen!"
I licked slowly.
"Fourteen!"
I switched to the other breast and let my hands slide past her waist to her thighs. I stroked her pussy while paying continued homage to her breasts.
"Ahh! Fifteen!"
"Unclip the clothespins, Krispin," Lydia said. "Just drop them to the floor, please."
The whip sang through the air, and landed before I could obey the instructions. Angela screamed out "Sixteen!" and I couldn't help the jump my cock took. I had to wait a moment for her body to stop its tremor before I could unclasp the pins.
Her hands tightened on the ring, and her body pulled back. She bit down hard on another scream, making it come out as a long, low hiss of exhaled breath.
Lydia's smile wasn't the least bit apologetic. "The tighter the clips, the worse the pain when released. It's a good punishment."
The whip made its arc through the air and landed again.
"Seventeen!"
"Christ," I said, wiping my hand over my mouth. The last time I felt this turned on was the fateful night I didn't stop when my sub gave her safeword. That feeling of control and utter dominance now scared the shit out of me and here I was again. I closed my eyes to gain control and stop the feelings of panic. It wasn't me causing the pain and there was nothing wrong with enjoying it. "Does she have a safeword?"
"Of course she does. What's your safeword, Little Bird?"
"Red, Mistress."
"On a scale of one to five - with five being the highest level of pain -where are you now?"
"Two, Mistress."
I didn't say anything, just used my hands and tongue to help relieve the sting of the lash. My fingers skimmed the wet silk dripping between her legs, letting the feel and smell of her arousal calm my uncertainty.
The whip cracked until Angela reached the count of twenty. Lydia lifted a paddle from her toy bag and placed it in my hand.
"Give her ten," she said, "and then take good care of my sub or I'll feed your stiff dick to my dog."
She turned, pausing at the door only long enough to lower the lights.
"Do you want me to use the paddle?" I asked, rubbing my lips along Angela's neck.
"Yes, please." Her voice was low and husky, her need apparent.
"Where are you between one and five?"
"Three."
"Where do you want to be?"
"F-f-f-our."
"Was that a lie?"
"Yes."
"Where do you want to be?"
"Five."
"I'll try."
"Thank you, Sir."
Just hearing her call me "Sir" made an electric thrill run through me. I walked behind her to survey Lydia's handiwork. The pink stripes covering her skin were pure precision but they gave me pause. Depending on the strength of the person wielding it, a paddle could be soft or hard play, but I knew that paddling on top of whip-welts would be excruciating. Those pink stripes might even start to bleed. I had to trust that Lydia knew how hard she'd lashed Angela, and that it hadn't been hard enough to cause a paddle to draw blood.
"I want you to count for me," I said.
"Count to what, Sir?" she breathed.
"Until I tell you to stop."
My first strike with the paddle was half-assed, not only weak but landing awkwardly.
"One. Thank you, Sir"
Was it a good 'one'?"
"No, Sir." At least she was honest. I took a deep breath, adjusted the paddle's handle in my grip, and swung again.
Thwap! Yes, that was the way it was supposed to sound: solid, landing fully across both cheeks.
"Oh, yes.... Two." Her head fell forward.
I found my rhythm and continued to a five count. Then I stepped closer to her, pressing my body against her ass and back. Both were amazingly warm to the touch.
"Where are you now?" I whispered.
"A four and a half, Sir."
"Two more?"
"Oh, yes... please, Sir." The yearning in her voice made my dick ache. How I'd missed this, the thrill of taking control and seeing a submissive respond.
The paddle landed again. As I drew back my arm for the last stroke, I put all my strength into it, relishing her cry though my hands shook. I threw the paddle aside and scooped her body into my arms.
"Let go of the ring, love."
I carried her to the couch and held on tight while she cried softly against my shoulder. I knew her ass, back and thighs had to burn but I wasn't ready to let go.
Strands of her warm brown hair were sticking to her tears, and I pushed them away from her face as I peered down at her.
"I need to know you're alright."
"I'm fine."
"I need more than that."
Her body shook slightly and I realized she was giggling.
"I'm doing fine."
I allowed myself to smile. She was amazing. "My father told me the word 'fine' is dangerous when it comes out of a woman's mouth."
The giggles continued. "I'm more than fine."
"Fine," I said in a mulish tone, holding back the words that fought to spill from my lips. I wanted to tell her she was the most beautiful woman alive. I wanted to say I loved her.
"Mistress left an herbal lotion for the welts." She said on an exhausted sigh.
"This could be painful."
"No, it makes it feel much better."
"I meant for me."
"Oh."
I stood, keeping her tightly in my arms and carried her across the room.
"Please grab the lotion."
"You could put me down, Sir. I can walk."
"Who's in charge here?" I asked gruffly.
"You are." She smiled
"So grab the lotion."
I placed her over my lap on her belly. I was right. The pain was unbearable.
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