I didn't question him, not when he told me to remove my clothes and go out onto our sixth floor balcony, not when he left me standing there, alone, for several minutes, not even when I felt him approach me. I stood, my hands on the railing as he'd instructed, and waited. He remained still behind me, his body close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body, but not close enough for him to warm my cooling flesh.
Finally, I felt his fingers trickle down my spine, and my back instinctively arched under his touch. He removed his hand, and again, I waited, silent.
I felt his breath, hot against my ear, "Good girl."
My nipples hardened immediately, as they always did when he said those words. I smiled to myself, careful to keep my reaction from showing visibly, As always I was content simply knowing that I pleased him. His hand slid down my shoulder, down my arm, and to my hand, which he efficiently fastened to the rail with a length of nylon rope.
I breathed in sharply, realizing his intention, but still I did not move. I did not question. Instead I waited, calming my breath, as he fastened my other hand to the rail. The ropes were tight, and I felt the nylon rub roughly against the skin of my wrist.
"Spread your legs," he whispered.
I opened my legs wider, leaving plenty of room between them for whatever he intended.
I felt his absence immediately, and I realized he had left me alone again on the balcony. Only this time, I would be unable to cover myself if someone happened to see me.
Minutes passed, how many it was impossible to know. I entertained myself by watching the traffic and people on the street below. We were on our second visit to San Antonio, and our hotel room, as he had specifically requested, looked out over the River Walk. Standing there, I realized why he had wanted the room- not to view the River walk, as I had previously thought, but so that the River walk could view me. I didn't know whether I was more embarrassed or aroused, and I suspected that had been his intention.
Finally, I heard the rustle of movement behind me. I did not turn my head because I knew from experience that if I moved from my instructed position, I would be punished. So instead, I stood and waited for him to reveal his intentions.
It didn't take long. A quick cut through the air and the sting of a flogger landed across my back. My breath caught more from the surprise than the pain. Another lash across my ass cheeks, and I knew instinctively that the next would land across my thighs. He knew the sting aroused me, and I knew the power he felt striking me with the flogger aroused him.
I lost count of the lashes as he covered my skin, striking as much as he could. I did not move. He had trained me well, and I could accept his floggings without a flinch, though it had taken many practices.
"Good girl," he whispered, setting the flogger down on a nearby chair. "You like that people can see you, can see you naked and being flogged, can see you like the slut you are."
I sucked in a breath at his words. It did turn me on being so vulnerable and exposed in such a precarious location. I no longer cared that someone might see me because I was so focused on him. The cool breeze against the sting of my skin was almost shocking, and it aroused me even more.
