Outside the window fireworks sparked bright and loud, signaling the start of a new year. Showers of blue, green and bright yellow blossomed in the midnight sky with explosions of noise that drew everyone's attention.
Everyone but two, that is.
The slave felt fireworks of her own. As leather falls laced themselves across her back and ass, the pain spread as tentacles of colors throughout her skin. Green, yellow, and finally red wove like fine lines as she toe danced to the feeling and sound of the flogger beat. The rain of her sweat reflected the light from the single lit bulb above her. The slave shined like the reflection of the moon in a shimmering sea.
The sound of the flogger cracked , as it struck again and again and again. Each touch in a different place. Each one a new a different feel. Her legs could not move much with the spreader bar locking her in place. Her arms suspended from the single hook would not allow her to shift away from the flogger's touch.
Not that she wanted to.
She lived for this moment. It was the begining of New Year and she so wanted to show oHim how much she loved Him and how devoted to Him she was. She was welcoming in the New Year in the best way she could think.