The whip came down against her back. She gasped in mixed pain and pleasure. “Do you like it?” he asked her..
“Yes,” she whispered.
The whip again— she gripped the ropes above her as the leather fell against her back.
“Why do you like it?”
“W-what?” She asked, trying to understand the question around the warm pain of her back.
He hit here again, three times, hard, all on her right shoulder blade. She cried out as he did it, her shoulder red and raw. “Why do you like being whipped?” he asked again. She thought for a moment. Unable to answer, she felt horrible. Here she was, trying to give him what he wanted, and she couldn’t. He whipped her again. Yes, she thought, whip me, whip this poor little slut who can’t answer her master’s question. “Because I deserve it,” she said.
He stood right behind her, his fingers pressed against her tender back. He whispered in her ear. “Why do you deserve it?” He drug his nails across her back and she shuddered, feeling shocks pass through her, shocks that normally only she could give herself. It hurt; she wanted him to do it again.
“Because I’m a bad girl,” she said. The words barely escaped her lips. “And I need to be punished.”
“Punished?” he said, digging his nails into her flesh. “For what?”
Before she could answer, he was flogging her again. Left and right, right and left, up and down, all over her back. She jerked and twisted against the ropes, hiding from the flogger, wanting him to hit her again and again. Harder.
He stepped up behind her, and gently ran his hand over her warm back. “Are you sure you are bad? Or do you just like it when I hit you?” He grabbed her hips, and then his cock was between her asscheeks, rubbing quickly. She moaned as he used her.
His fingernails scratched against her back. “Well?” he asked. He pulled back, and his cock slipped down inside her. “Or is it something else.”
“Use me,” she said. “Abuse me. Take me. I don’t care. Just touch me.”
He reached around her, painfully grabbing her breasts. She cried out in joy. He rammed into her, over and over. His lips found her ear, and he spoke. “You are such a fucking slut.” He scratched her aching back and pounded into her. “Aren’t you?”
She felt her heat inside her, him touching her all over. Taking his pleasure in her, and giving her some in return. “Aren’t you?” He insisted again, pounding her cunt with his cock.
“Yes, Yes. I am a slut,” she shouted out in orgasm.