Not for the faint of heart or definitely not for newbies. It is a triple threat for spanking enthusiasts and the BDSM inclined. Here’s why:
Intensity: A versatile tool, under a skill hand it can
range from mild playful swats to severe punishing strokes. The sting is like nothing else.
Marks: From lovely red marks the size and shape of the
flapper, to more severe welts and bruises if the shaft comes into play.
Sound: The whooshing sound as it cuts through the air
can increase the intensity of a punishment by titillating the heart of a sadist
and adding a psychological impact (fear, exhilaration, heart stopping
anticipation) for both the top and the bottom. Shh... it ain't
quiet, so be careful not to wake the neighbors. <wink>
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In You Said Forever, Rick and Regan have been together for 10 years, neither are newbies or faint of heart. Both have agreed to a D/s relationship, which includes discipline, which to some might seem severe at times, but to them is just right. Here's a little punishment scene with the crop...
The crop landed with stinging accuracy on her ass and she
yelped, startled at the first blow, even though she was fully anticipating
it. Swat after swat began falling slowly, methodically, one after
another. He used only the rectangular flap at the end, which created a
stinging sensation as it made a loud slapping noise with each strike on her
taut skin. Of course, since this was punishment, Rick made sure to
increase the intensity and by the sixth stroke the burning heat made it clear
this was not a playful sensual spanking.
She kept an internal count and knew he stopped at twenty to
reassess her skin condition. He was a strict Dom but always cognizant of
her safety. An expert disciplinarian, in ten years he had never broken
her skin and unfailingly made sure to provide the appropriate aftercare,
applying lotion, oil or Arnica cream to prevent bruising and promote
healing and she loved him for it.
A squeal escaped her lips
when he applied a wicked slap to her upper thigh. “Got your attention
back, did I? Am I boring you, slave?” He landed another burning
swat against her sit spot.
Truly, Regan liked a good spanking,
as
much as the next sub, but she was no masochist. Those really
hurt. “No Master, I swear I was just thinking about how you always take
such good care of my skin.”
“Mm, yes, your beautiful silky soft skin. It’s
exquisite. Especially the soft, silky cheeks of your ass. I love
how it turns from white… to pink… to a deep rose when I spank you. You’re
a deep rose now, Regan. You know I would much rather dole out orgasms
than punishments, don’t you?” He caressed her slit with the wicked crop
and then slid the shaft of the crop between her wet lips. The tantalizing
caress made her arch her back and she leaned back into it as much as the
restraints would allow. “You get so wet from a spanking, even a harsh
one. I know that you always enjoy it, babe. That’s why we’re
perfect together. We have matching kinks.”
“I do love it when you spank me, Master, but I prefer erotic
ones over the punishments, too.”
Two more hard swats landed. “Then stop all this impulsive and
secretive behavior, Regan. It’s like you do these things to provoke me.”
“I don’t, I swear. Please, not so hard.”
“This is punishment, it’s supposed to hurt. No
differently than all the other times in the past ten years. It’s so you
remember your lesson.” Two more landed in the same place, one over the
other on her left sit spot.
“I’m sure you are, Regan.” Two landed on the opposite
side. “You’re always sorry while in the middle of a spanking.” The final
two swats of the crop were applied firmly to each thigh.
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