Flogging
Strapped to a wooden beam, your arms are wide apart, you hear your master crack his whip, your beatings gonna start
Will it be the whip today, perhaps the Cat 'o' nines, to you it makes no difference both bring pleasure of a kind
You feel the leather hit you, it gnawls upon your skin, it makes you yell in ecstasy, its sting is filled with sin
As soon as it bites you, your juices start to flow, why does this pain turn you on, I'll guess I'll never know
Crack goes another strike, this time it marks your bum, your pussy juice shoot down your leg, he wants to make you cum
He tells you to beg for mercy, he tells you scream his name, but you'd never give him the satisfaction, this is part of the game
Each strike gets harder, you bite your lip to stop a scream, he wants you to cry out loud, that would be his dream
The floggings about the power, it is him against your will, he beats you with all his toys until he's had is fill
He moves onto the paddle a leather covered bat, your cheeks get a beating and soon he's bored with that
Now comes his favourite toy, he loves playing with the cat, nine lines of leathered lace, there's so much pain in that
Each time it crashes on you, the laces caress your skin, you're the way to orgasm, the crescendo starts to sing
You throw your head back as your cum rolls down your leg, you start to whisper something, at last he's made you beg
He moves in closer, he really thinks he's gone and won, but to his surprise you ask him to simply fuck you up bum
He throws down his Cat 'o' nines, pulls out his already hardened dick, moves to your arsehole, where he's gonna stick
Juices from your pussy they make the perfect lube, he pushes your cheeks wide to reach your backdoor tube
He guides his cock in you, whilst playing with your clit both holes getting pampered, he really loves your slit
Fuckkng you from behind, the tightness of your bum, clamped around his penis, your gonna make him cum
Faster and faster, as he pushes you push back, with one more thrust you are full, his cock has filled your crack
The pain and pleasures over, no more flogging for today, he unties your binds gently that is the end of play
Ron