My nipples are cold, hard, and pressed against this wooden board…which ironically enough is ALSO very cold and hard!
I look through my hair to my left and see Persian Princess.
She gives me a wide-eyed grin and a double thumbs up.
My hands still in shackles, I thumbs-up her back.
My right ass cheek burns while I swoon, my eyes still locked on Persian Princess, whose grin has now turned into a empathically pained sucking of air through her teeth.
I can still feel the imprint of his hand.
The Master then grabs another fistful of my hair, his hot breath into my right ear as I moan.
“We’re only getting started, Sweetheart.”
My only thought, now unintentionally said out loud:
BRING IT, BITCH.
I hear his footsteps on the floor as he walks away…I hear something of a metal toolbox open behind me…I hear the crowd gasp.
I look over at Person Princess, who’s now covering her mouth with her hand.
“WHAT?!” I mouth out to her.
She meets my eyes and shakes her head.
I hear The Master make his way back over to me…my heart now pounding against the cold wooden board now laden with my anticipatory sweat.
“I can take this…I can take this…MIND OVER MATTER!” I tell myself.
“AAAHY!” I let out a high-pitched and pleasured porno pant.
My left ass cheek tells me he just hit me with a leather paddle.
Pssh. That ain’t shit.
He says out loud, mostly maybe for the crowd, “Remember, yellow means slow down…and red means stop!”
He wacks me again, harder.
“FAAAAAAAAAAAACK!” I instinctively scream out loud.
I wince and curl from the pain, my breath now heaving and my panties now soaking.
The Master graciously rubs my butt cheek and whispers, “More?”
I rub my forehead back and forth across the board and through my porno panting…I whisper-scream, “YES!”
The “s” barely leaves my lips before The Master swings his leather paddle hard against my RIGHT cheek this time.
“FUCK MEEEEEE OOOOOOUCCHAAAAAA!” I moan/scream loud into the air.
He rubs my cheek again…the scar tissue remnants of my former tattoo now raised and pulsing in heat.
He doesn’t wait.
“FUCK!” salacious painful chills surge through my body as I pant and plead for more…my bare ass now boiling hot from the pain, a mix of sweat and sin dripping down my leg.
He hits me again.
This time it’s 3 in a row, hard, and causing me to collapse my left leg.
“Oh…” I manage a coughed survival moan, like the last man standing after a bloody beating.
I hang there shackled and shaking and think to myself, “I still fucking got this!”
Now dripping from my forehead to my feet, I cling to the once-cold board and press my lips against it in some soft of instinctual need to lower my body temperature.
I look into the crowd.
I don’t see faces.
I don’t see Persian Princess.
All I can feel is my ass and pussy pulsating and before I even realize what I’m about to say, I hear a loud, wanting, “MORE!” escape my lips.
The Master walks away.
I hear the metal box open again, bigger gasps from the crowd than before.
My vision is blurry and my body is barely standing.
I’m snapped back into state when I feel his arm wrap around my waist from behind me, hoisting me up into position.
“Remember…red means stop…” I hear him sympathetically offer to my right ear.
I don’t respond.
All I do is pant in reply.
I hear him step a few back, as he informs the crowd, “Now THIS is meant to actually knock the breath out of your partner…it causes more exhaustion then it does pain…”
Before I have a second to ask myself, “Exhaustion?” I feel, what I can only describe, as a giant pile of pronounced pillows attacking me all at once…covering me in a gigantic SWEEP from my neck to my thighs.
“WHOA FUCK!” I choke out loud…feeling my breath LITERALLY escape me and leave me hangin (hmm…yeah LITERALY).
I open my mouth wide and take in a deep breath, annoyed when I scream, “What the f-“
I’m hit again, this time knocked RIGHT off my feet as I dangle mid air.
He’s right…it doesn’t hurt.
But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel like I was fighting a losing battle with some PUNK ASS throwing giant sheep at my back side…
Giant sheep that are SOMEHOW actually turning me on with each point of contact.
Go figure…ya learn something new everyday, huh?
The “something new” being that I can get wet with every pile of blankets beaten against me.
I can’t even stand…now I’m letting out a pained whine, mostly from the shackles digging into my wrist in my piss poor efforts to hold myself up.
The Master checks in with, “What do you say if it’s too much…?”
I don’t give in.
“FUCK YOU I’M NO QUITTER!!!!” I scream back as manage to stand back up.
I’m knocked right off my feet again.
I see my sweat or something start to drip into a pile below me, as I lick whatever remnants are making there way across my lips.
I press my knees against the board to fein so sort of standing, but they immediately buckle from the pain and pressure.
I hear him coming towards me.
He once again, quite gracefully grabs me up in his one arm to stand me up, as I almost immediately after lose my balance and collapse once more.
“Red?” he asks?
I stand my right foot up and YAAANK myself up by my arms, collapsing my body onto the board and managing a half-assed stand.
His face is now inches from mine, I manage a whispered, “What do you think?”
He snickers and places his palm on my pussy, parting his way with his pointer as I gasp and giggle.
Did he just do that?
Is that allowed?
Either way, serves me right for wearing crotchless panties.
He saunters away…and I hear the metal toolbox one last time.
Now the crowd REALLY gasps.
I open my eyes as wide as they’ll go and through the sweat see Persian Princess mouth out to me, “HOLY FUCK MAN!”
And then…I hear it.
I know that sound.
In fact I know the sound all too well from all the grade school plays about Jesus…and most notably from Mel Gibson’s rendition of The Passion of The Christ.
And sure enough here I was, in a crucifixy stance…knowing damn well I’m now waiting for a whipping I don’t wanna take.
Ok, let me stop for a moment to just say that….
JESUS was whipped…
SLAVES were whipped…
And now people do this shit to get off?!?!?
Is that not the most fucked up thing EVER?!?!?
With every smack of this leather lasso against the ground, the crowd let’s out a collective scream.
I think of Jesus…he took it like a BOSS.
And before I have a second to process how badly I wanna scream no, I feel the whip *WHUPSSSSSSSSH!!!!!!* with a sharp, stinging slice against my red butt cheek…all arousal ceasing with the slicing of my skin.
And before I can even think of “taking it like a BOSS” I surprise myself with an exclaimed, “NOT INTO IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” at the top of my lungs, as if the Holy Heavens itself would open up and bitch slap the FUCK out of The Master for me!
“What do you saaaaaay then?” The Master taunts in response.
“I SAY FUCK YOU NOT INTO IT AND IF YOU WHIP ME AGAIN HELP ME JESUS I WILL FUCK. YOU. UUUUUUUUP!!” I manage within one sentence.
I collapse once more this time in shame.
I can’t take it…I WON’T take it.
He comes over and unshackles me, my body collapsing on the floor.
The crowd erupts in applause.
I’m stunned as I stand and quite hesitantly curtsy.
One can only assume that this is the appropriate way to end a beating.
Persian Princess comes and collects my collapsing body…now pressing ice cold water bottles against my bare, bloody butt cheeks.
“Oh yes YASSSSSSSSS BITCH! That’s the stuff!” I manage with my most brightened tone to date.
The both of us sit and slump against the far wall, a 6 foot, brown-haired dominatrix with double d breasts now emerging for The Master to demonstrate Knife Play.
“Princess…I couldn’t do it…I couldn’t do it…” I lean against her in shame.
Persian Princess smooths the matted hair away from my forehead to behind my ears and kisses the side of my head.
“Oh my beybee…you were HAWT man…now we know what you CAN do…”
I giggle…this is true.
I now know I CAN get beaten naked in front of an entire crowd of onlookers.
And I can now check that off my bucket list.