Content warning:
Practices you will read about are written for entertainment only, done by fictional characters.
You should always be careful when practicing any kind of BDSM punishment. And I advise you to talk with your partner in front and do the needed research.
In general, when spanking or whipping, always make sure you know and respect the safe zones! This story is in no way a guide!
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Chapter 19 - Down in the dungeon
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I pointed at a brown leather whip with a thick handle and about twenty to thirty thin falls. Thomas reached for it and tried the material. He had this subtle, devious smile.
"Good. Come." Thomas picked it up and tried to balance it on his finger. Ben watched him with a smile. Thomas nodded appraisingly and moved to the middle of the room.
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I hoped he would tie me up, but he just stopped me and ordered me to spread my arms and legs again.
"Kiss it."
Seriously? I found it silly, but I did as he told me while looking him in the eyes.
"There are areas that shouldn't be hit," he brushed the tails on my shoulders. "Yet I said every part of your body," he looked me severely in the eyes. "Do you trust me?"
"Thomas, tie me down. I seriously worry I will hurt you."
I clearly remembered the rage and how hard I had to fight not to attack him. I worried that he would cross the line and I would do something I'd regret. I shouldn't be that big of a threat if I couldn't move, but Ben was now sitting about five feet away. How fast could he jump on me if I snapped?
"You will not. If I am correct, you should enjoy this one."
With that, he struck me lightly, and I felt a slight sting along my left shoulder. I was expecting a surge of adrenaline, but all I felt was a rush, and I moaned in relief.
Another.
"I will keep hitting each part until you thank me, Matt."
"Thank you," I sighed.
"Right one."
I anticipated the pain. Instead, only another soft sting came. I moaned slightly, enjoying the sensation, but I thought I should have picked something more challenging. I should do some research for the future.
"Thank you," I nearly forgot.
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"Which arm will be first?"
"I don't care."
He looked at me with a smirk.
"Fine."
He didn't say a word this time, and I just felt my arm being cut! A loud slapping sound resonated in my ears, and sharp pain rushed through the place he hit. I screamed in pain and brought the arm to my body in reflex.
"Raise that hand."
"Fuck!"
"Now."
I raised it, and he hit it again! I swear he hit the same exact spot! I gritted my teeth and just then realized what is he waiting for.
"Thank you!" I barked.
He smiled at me. "Raise that hand."
Fuck! My forearm! "Thank you!" I snarled, more angry than anything else. What is this good for, damn it?!
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"I once loved a man."
He hit my second arm, and I hissed, listening intently, taken aback by his sentence.
Thomas smirked and struck my bicep again. Cutting pain reminded me of what was there to be said! "Thank you," I said slowly.
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"He had this view on sexuality I really liked."
Thomas hit my left forearm. I shuddered and breathed through the sharp pain. He was doing it hard!
"Thank you."
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"He said that people, in his opinion, have levels at which they experience sexual pleasure."
Thomas brushed my chest lightly with straps and changed the handle's grip. Then, he started making slow circular movements with his wrists, creating an infinity pattern with the falls and hitting my chest with the ends. It felt nice initially, but I worried this was just the beginning.
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"On one level, there is what one enjoys in their fantasy. Their passions and kinks. What turns them on and one even wishes they could experience."
His fluent movements started gaining intensity, and it began to be a little harder to endure them. Still, I wanted him to continue!
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"On the other is what they want to experience in real life with a person they care about or consider a romantic partner."
The force of his whips became so painful that I started to groan, and I tightened my fists. My chest felt like it was burning!
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"The last one is what one considers arousing in fiction, porn or fantasy but never would want to experience that in real life!"
I started screaming. The pain was now nearly unbearable.
"Thank you!" I panted as he stopped.
I wanted to touch my chest, but the moment I moved my arms, he looked at me with a definitive look. Not to move! I understood immediately, and I breathed heavily, watching him.
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He moved behind me and put his hand on my back. I started shaking.
"Do you know what the finest erogenous zone is?"
I felt his chest on my back, and he wrapped his arm around my aching pecs. I leaned toward him and turned to look up into his dark eyes. I shook my head.
Thomas rested on me. His lips nearly touching mine. "The mind."
He let go of me so suddenly that I felt like he took part of me with him.
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I felt his fingers scratching my left shoulder blade, and then a sharp sting crossed my right. I screamed and arched my back at the impact.
"When I see a man I am interested in. Usually, I can guess with good accuracy what experiences he would put on each level."
Another hit crossed my back. The left shoulder blade this time. I groaned, but I wanted more. He saw it and obliged. I was breathing heavily as one after another thin sharp strap reached my skin as if ripping it. Still, I needed more! This started to feel cathartic. I hissed and heaved, but I stood there taking it.
"However, I just can't tell when I look at you."
I moaned when I felt the latest sharp hit.
"Thank you." I rasped.
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He moved again, and I felt him hit my butt lightly. I spread my legs wider and groaned in pleasure. I felt the straps attacking my cheeks with speed.
"It's not like I don't know by now what turns you on. I just can't seem to find any distinctions between the levels. Like you don't even have three of them, only one utter chaos that drives you!"
I screamed in pain as he struck my ass so hard my knees buckled. I stood up straight again and heard his chuckle.
"Not that I mind. It's your chaos, and it shouldn't concern me."
