My breasts and crotch were pressed against the post, creating a delicious pressure.My breasts and crotch were pressed against the post, creating a delicious pressure. I had just enough leverage to wiggle my crotch against the post. John spoke. "I'd like your permission to bend the rules a bit. I'd like to whip you rather harder than we usually do. It's really going to hurt this time, and I'm not going to stop after two or three strokes. I think you'll find it's worth it, though, at least this time." I wiggled in my bonds, trying to get loose. I couldn't, of course. And I didn't know what to say. If I said no, would he whip me anyway? If I said yes, could I take it? John isn't particularly large -- in fact, we're about the same height -- but I hadn't even seen the whip. And would I really enjoy the expe- rience? I had never found pain to be a particular stimulus in the past. |