Eighty nine

“Today you'll be taking ten strokes of the leather, some other day you'll be taking twenty and another thirty.” He uttered, his voice unwavering and then I wanted for it to come.

Yes, the leather whip.

I looked at him, his face wasn't wavering. It was stoic and straight and then he came closer to me. I could see the twitch of his trouser, his dick was getting harder but it didn't show on his face. His face was just straight.

“Face straight.” He commanded and I did as told, ready for the leather whip to touch my skin. I was curious about what it would feel like, would it be sex-appealing? I wondered.

“Eyes closed.” He commanded as he neared, his voice the only sound in the room. His footstep became a melody to my ears and then a terrifying sound that made my heart beat louder than a trumpet.

“Pow!” came the first lash. My eyes flung open, it wasn't as painful as I had thought. He said he was going to punish me but then the lash he had just inflicted on me wasn't painful at all.