My weakness

I know its coming...I wait breathlessly. Biting my lip to stifle the moan that is trying to escape my throat. Snap...the sound reverberates through the room..the tip of the crop grazing my skin.
He draws his arm back again. The motion is simple, easy, effortless for him and again I hold my breath and wait.
My body shaking now, my chest heaves with the raw need to let out this emotion. Again, SNAP...louder this time.
More, more....I silently beg for more and in the silence he snickers...."More? Is that what you want? More?"
I manage a whisper, "Yyyyes, yes master please, please more!!!"
The warmth between my thighs growing, my breath quickening. Again.....SNAP, harder this time. I feel the steadyness now of his blows as he lands them squarely on my skin.
I sink my teeth deeper now into my lip...yet I can no longer stifle the need to release this passion. A moan escapes my lips and he laughs.
He knows , no words need to be said.....this, this is my weakness.