"Ouch," I yelled, "that really hurt!"
Instinctively, I pulled away, but I didn't get far. My wrists and ankles were tied to the St. Andrews cross.
"That's a wrap-around," said Haley, "and that's what can happen if you get sloppy with your aim. The ends of the flogger wrap around your body, picking up speed. So when it does hit flesh — like your breast there — it really packs a wallop."
Today was my second shift as a domme at the Hidden Chamber, and during the downtime, Mistress Haley was giving me a lesson in using some of the torture devices.
"That doesn't mean you shouldn't do it,"she continued. "Some people like it. But be conscious of what you're doing. To start out, aim for the butt or between the shoulder blades. Stay away from the kidneys. Got it?"
"Yes," said.
The flogger cracked against my bare ass.
"Ow!" I screamed. "That really hurt me."
"I think you mean 'yes, mistress," she said.
The flogger stung my ass again.
"Ow!" I whimpered. "Yes, mistress."
"That's better."
"This flogger is made out of cowhide," she said, "and has a medium sting and thud. The elk skin is really nice, because it's virtually all thud and no sting. Most people prefer the thud, and can take a pretty solid beating with it. The bullhide, on the other hand, has a lot of sting. Be careful with that one."
Haley untied me from the cross and I stepped down. She was a California-style blonde, with C-cup tits and a round, bouncy ass. She was a lesbian, too, but we were just friends. But it's hard not to think sexual thoughts when you're standing buck naked in front of a girl, especially after she's just beaten your ass.
"Riding crop?" Haley asked.
"Got one," I said. " I really like it."
"Very flexible tool," she continued, "excellent for when you have a smaller target — nipples, balls, tongues."
"Canes?" she asked.
"No," I said, shaking my head. "In fact, I find them kind of scary."
She picked one up, and swung it in the air. I cringed at the "whoosh whoosh" sound it made.
"They can really sting," she said. "And the pain lingers."
She sat down in a chair.
"OK," she said, "over my knee."
"Um ...," I said.
"Over my knee, Leah," said Haley, sternly.
I obeyed.
"You need to warm up the sub first with small strokes," she said.
I felt the cane hit my ass. None of the strokes hurt, but I was dreading the ones that would.
"It also builds anticipation," she continued, "because the sub knows it won't last."
The strokes stopped. Then I felt a huge sting as the cane ripped into my ass.
"Fuck," I said.
The stinging went on for several seconds before subsiding. Then I felt her hand caressing my ass.
"Such a nice ass," she said, "and now it has a lovely red mark on it."
THWACK!
"Fuck," I yelled.
"And now there's another," said Haley. "You can probably feel that I didn't hit you in the same spot. If I did, it would have been much more painful. Now, those were medium strokes. I'm going to give you a medium-hard shot — OK?"
"Yes," I said.
THWACK!
"Yes, what?" Haley asked.
"Yes, mistress," I squealed.
"Alright, that was medium-hard. Here comes hard."
That one really hurt. In fact, it knocked the breath out of me.
"Don't tighten up," she said. "Breathe through the pain. Long, slow breaths."
She was right — that helped. In fact, I was know feeling a little woozy.