Deviant Desires

I am a bit more rested and coherent today, and ready to write more about our fun last weekend.

Jay has been giddy as a schoolboy, telling me over and over how hot the experience of watching me flogged was for him. I finally asked him to tell me exactly what was so hot about it for him.

Here lies the perfect illustration of the difference in our kinks. He was highly aroused by the public display of it all...my skirt lifted above my pantiless ass as others watched me being disciplined. Apparently, there was quite a crowd watching which I was totally oblivious to with my eyes closed,focusing on the moment. While my feeling about the whole thing went something along the lines of...I'd really, really rather not expose myself in such a public manner, but I want this so badly I don't really care.

The gentleman administering my flogging was not really my type physically, other than being fairly tall, but he knew how to expertly use a flogger, and that was all I really cared about that evening. I didn't want him to fuck me, I wanted him to hurt me.

We began with a few warm up strokes to my upper back before lifing my skirt and moving further south to my ass. He moved up against me to check how I was doing and I moaned, "Harder," to which he replied, "I'm just getting started, honey."

The blows slowly increased in intensity before he came up behind me again, rubbing and massaging my back, and said to me,

"Tell me harder."

"Harder," I responded.

So I got it even harder across my back and ass until my back was red and I could feel the heat rising in my ass. He approached me from behind again and asked,

"You want more, honey?"

All I could do was nod my head.

"You're a greedy little thing, aren't you?" he chuckled.

"On your back or your ass?" he he asked.

I was so zooming in sub space, I couldn't even make the decision.

"I, I don't know," I whined.

So he took it upon himself to give it to me in both places.

After this I was removed from the flogging post to rest, drink some water, and pee while our new friend retrieved the dreaded dragon's tongue.

I had no idea what I was in store for with this instrument of pain. He let me see and touch it first. The best I can recall from the state I was in, it was rather thick, red leather which tapered to fine points at the ends. I'm sure Jay could offer a much better description of both the implement and what actually transpired that evening. Without a doubt, it was the dragon's tongue that did most of the damage to my ass you see in the pictures.

He started out slow, but even that stung. As he gradually built up, I felt myself begin to squirm. I breathed deeply and resolved to take my punishment like a good girl. I soon found myself slipping into that head space where my awareness shrinks down to the primal awareness of the sting in my ass, coupled with a rush of endorphins,and the need to please with the manner in which I accept my punishment.

He came up behind me again, stroking my hair, squeezing my back.

"Ooooh, it stings," I whimpered.

"I know, I'm sorry," he replied before moving away to begin a fresh rain of blows. My ass was on fire as the dragon's tongue connected with my flesh. This was to be the last round as I was completely spent by this point.

He and Jay released me from the flogging post. I hugged and thanked my new friend for such a fabulous time. Jay shook his hand and we headed home as it was near 3 am at this point.

I want so much more of this. I want it in a private setting where the experience can last even longer and be more intimate and intense. I can't begin to describe the high I experience during and after such a session;the pleasure I take in the marks left on my ass long afterwards...wearing them secretly under my clothing with a knowing satisfaction.

I want to surrender to this feeling. I want to be Daddy's naughty little girl.