The perils of angel (private)

[slaveangel{HM}]

I break from His kiss, my body tingling, watching Him as He steps back. I try to control my breathing as the crop is administered to my sensitive flesh. I flich, trying to maintain position, my fingers itching to move, each time the crop strikes.

I tremble feeling my wetness leak out of my cunt, dampening my thighs, aroused with my legs wide apart, showing my shame and lust. I whimper as the pressure of the slaps increases, and moan softly as the crop shifts over my cunt.

I shiver as the crop rubs teasingly between my cunt lips, I look down and realise how wet I was making the crop. I am woken from my thoughs as I feel the crop nudge firmly against my swollen and sensitive clit, then bite my lip hard as I feel the sting as it is slapped without mercy.

I momentarily shut my eyes, and try to block out the pain. I open them again to see the crop raised to my face, Sir looked into my eyes suggestively as if to say, 'the crop is wet with your arousal, what are you going to do about it?'

I lean forward and start licking the crop clean. I moan tasting my arousal, my shame of getting so aroused at a punishment, eating away at me inside. I lick along the crop, ensuring that it is glistening and clean. He moves the crop away from me, probably because it was cleaned to His standards.

I feel the crop strike my nipples. They come to attention. Each stroke sending shockwaves down to my clit. 'Ohh Sir...' I moan. I whimper realising that He didn't give me permission to speak.

He stops and looks at me. "Angel I have just realised I have been terribly neglectful and I must apologise. Fancy not paying that delightful ass of yours any attention. My crop would have been most disappointed had I completely forgotten."

I shiver in anticipation, and slight disappointment in that He isn't letting me cum. I stand there looking at Him procariously on edge. He moves behind me slowly, I wriggle, not knowing when he'd strike next. I feel Him stroke my cheeks. I flinch feeling the crop move against my ass, tracing it.

SLAP SLAP

I feel His breath on my neck, Him kissing me, as His hand strokes my reddened cheeks, the sting slightly alleviated. I moan feeling His finger inserted into my ass. Wriggling slightly, I feel the intrusion leave. I feel Him step away from me. I realise that the cropping is far from over.

[Sir_G]

Richard stepped back measuring the distance and let the crop cut the air a few times, knowing the sound would at the very least mess with angel's mind.

Starting with her right ass cheek he struck ten times; working his way down to the sweet spot where her cheeks met her thighs, then quickly moving to her left cheek and did the same.

By the time he finished her ass was glowing red again. Slight welts had raised here and there and angel was breathing heavily. He left her standing, still in position, hands on head and went to the refrigerator and pulled out a cold pack, wrapping it in a thin towell so the cold would not be too shocking.

He walked up behind her again and soothingly ran his hands over back, kissing the nape of her neck gently and whispered how brave she was being. He then gently ran the cold pack over her burning cheeks with one hand, lingering a little where the welts had risen. His other hand stroked the inside of her thighs moving upwards to feel her wetness and inserted two fingers inside her, amazed at her heat.

"Angel, relax your arms by your side while I prepare for your next test. You may touch your cheeks and move your feet but you are not to turn around." he instructed her.

He then moved off to gather the necessary equipment....

[slaveangel{HM}]

I flinch hearing the sound of the crop through the air, clearly confused as I didn't feel the sharpness against my skin. 'Ah He's teasing me' I thought to myself, slight irritation building up within me. This was slowly thwarted as the crop cut through the air again, leaving its mark on my already reddened ass cheeks.

I whimpered as the sting surged through my body, my arms straining, wanting to be let down as they remained at my head. I felt Him step away momentarily, without words.

I knew He had returned as His hands snaked over me. I felt His kiss on my neck, His breath sending little shocks across my skin. I shiver suddenly feeling the cool but welcome sensation of the ice pack, traced over my welts and my burning ass.

I felt His other hand, find its way up to the inside of my thighs, I whimper again as I feel His fingers inside of my cunt, the warmth and wetness betraying me.

"Angel, relax your arms by your side while I prepare for your next test. You may touch your cheeks and move your feet but you are not to turn around."

I whimper and am silently thankful that I was permitted to let my arms down. The prickling sensation, surging through me. My hands move to my sore ass, and I massage it slowly, trying to regain normality, as well in my breathing. I inched my feet a little, thankful that I was allowed to move. My curiosity was rampant at His order to not turn around, I questioned myself wondering what would happen if I sneaked a quick peek.

I decided to not find out the consequences of such a thing, and remained in place, thankful that I was allowed to temporarily soothe my punished ass.