The girl could still feel the soreness around her neck, where he had dragged her by the collar. Out through the door and across the creaky veranda, barefoot across the rough gravel of the courtyard. Through the soft dirt of the woodshed, the powdery earth like sand between her toes. The squeak of the heavy metal door as it opened, the feel of his hand shoving her roughly inside. Out into the stable, empty now, but still with the lingering smell of horses and leather, earth and grass, the air warm with a late summer heat.
The girl shivered, hands bound with thick leather cuffs and tied to the rafter above her head. Naked in the warm, humid, chest heaving as she gasped to get back the breath that had been choked from her. . She could feel herself pulled tight by the ropes tugging at her arms, a burning in her calves, her buttocks, her back, her shoulders, tiptoes struggling to gain purchase on the rough, cold concrete floor. The tingle of a single bead of sweat running down her spine, making her shiver and gasp for breath again. There was an aching quiet. The girl could hear birds, softly singing, the occasional creak and groan from the old stables as the corrugated iron stretched under the rising heat of day.
The man broke the silence, his voice soft with a wicked promise. "What are you?" The girl tried to form the words, but her mouth was dry and they wouldn't come out. A choked whisper that might have been a murmured "Yours", was all the reply she could muster. It seemed to satisfy the man, who smiled and ran a large hand through her long, dark hair and down her back. It slipped off of the smooth curve of her buttock and then lashed back, landing with a heavy slap and a sudden reddening of flesh.
The girl jumped, squealing, the pain unexpected despite the anticipation that had brought her nipples to a tender, aching hardness. The man's hand returned, squeezing, digging his hard fingers into the soft meat until the girl squealed again. The man's other hand wrapped around her, covering her mouth, stifling the cry, stifling her breath, leaving the pain in her arse to fight with the burning in her lungs. That long instant, pulled taut by the rope and tormented at both ends seemed to last forever, an agonising instant stretched into a single, unending present until the hands let go. The girl slumped, gasping for breath, the rope above her all that kept her limp body on it's feet.
The man picked up the flogger, leather, heavy, soft. The girl could hear it, swishing through the air as the man loosened the strong muscles of his shoulders, his thick, muscled arms. The first blow came down across the girl's back, a solid thump of three dozen falls landing at once. The girl's knees went weak again, the pain fading from a sharp ache to a warm glow that slowly spread across her skin. The man waited, letting her absorb the feeling of that first strike before the second one lashed out. Another hard smack, another sharp ache that faded to warmth as her body soaked it in. The girl let out a sound, halfway between a moan of pain and a purr of delight. It brought a crooked smile to the man's face.
The pace stayed slow. Each stroke allowed to fall, peak, echo around the girl's body and fade to a deep warmth. Slowly, slowly, the pace built. Now the waves started to come one on top of the next, never fading fully before the next smack arrived. The girl allowed herself to float, riding the waves of warm, delicious pain as the tide slowly rose around her and inside her. Her back slowly arched, thrusting her shoulders back, inviting each blow of the whip, welcoming it, the sensations blending until they were one, a delicious, all-embracing cocoon of pain and joy. The fire of the flogger filled her, making her moan in the still air, making her writhe against the cuffs, making her drip onto the rough concrete floor.
The fire filled the girl. A direct line seemed to transmit each blow through the girl's body straight to the throbbing between her legs. The whipping sped up, each strike a little quicker than the last, each shot against her back a little harder than the one before, each crack of the flogger echoing a little louder off of the stable walls, each wave making her cunt swell a little more. Her body soaked up the pain and turned it to pleasure, radiating outwards from her aching clit. She turned to the man, gasping "please?"
"Please what, pet?"
"....please?"
The man paused. The flogger fell. He drew the waiting out, making the girl shiver. Enjoying that moment of holding her entire world in his hand. One last blow, the hardest of them all. A slow smile.
"Now."
