Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... these lashes as pain and what he needed from her most was screams. Once he got her to scream, he knew he'd be almost where he needed to go today.

After a bit more of the lash he felt his arm muscles relax. Only then did he put down the knotted flogger and select a four-foot single tail from his bag. Addressing Claire, he began lightly swinging the whip, sending the leader closer and closer to her ass with each pass. He could hear the whistle of the whip as it gained momentum and smiled wolfishly, knowing Claire could hear it too. He could sense her tensing, waiting for the inevitable landfall, craving it even as she feared the sharp bite she knew it promised. He gave the whip a jerk and was rewarded with the loud "crack" of the leader as it went supersonic. Again, he snapped it hard, so close to Claire's ass he was sure she felt the whisper of the wind made by its passing.

Then he let it land with enough force to produce an instant welt. He smiled as the leather swished off her skin and landed the backhand on the opposite cheek. Claire raised up slightly on her toes but sill made no noise. That was fine with Ben. He knew the whip could break through her endorphin shield any time he chose. But the longer he waited the more force he could apply without her lurching and jinking. He kept the force at a steady pressure for the next ten minutes and concentrated on walking the leader all across her cheeks and thighs.

He varied the stroke to land the whole of the whip across ...

... her flesh and then he focused the strike so the tip cracked on only one concentrated spot. He watched with incredible attentiveness, sensing Claire's escalating tension as she neared each breaking point. As she nearly broke, he backed off just enough to let her reclaim her poise. She began moaning lightly and continuously. After a while Claire would again grow silent and only then did Ben turn up the pressure until her breath began to hiss again and he had her dancing on her toes. As she neared the limit of each plateau Ben brought her to, he would back off just a notch until Claire began to moan again. In this deliberate fashion Ben eventually brought Claire to the point where he was able to lay the whip onto her flesh as hard as he pleased. The whip made a constant whistling as it sliced through the air, only to crack loudly against Claire's hot pink flesh.

Claire's ass and thighs were now covered in the distinctive random skein of interlaced red welts unique to the single tail's impacts. Ben drank in the pungent scent of Claire's cunt, which was now freely dripping juice down her inner thighs. His own juices were dripping down his leg, flung from the tip of his cock as it swung like a metronome counting out each stroke landed on Claire. He knew Claire was sailing, her brain bathed in endorphins and lust and it was time to give her a taste of release.

"Claire, ready yourself. I'm now going to whip your inner thighs and your slit. Do not move or you might get the whip ...