‘I’m…fine,’ I gasped.
‘If you want us to stop, just say stop, OK?’ she advised.
‘OK.’
Tom laid a few more, lazily and without his full strength, playing with angles and positions until most of my lower bottom had been covered and was beginning to glow.
‘It can be a problem,’ said Maria, ‘when you can’t see your sub’s bare bottom. The colour of her skin shows you all you need to know about whether you are going in too hard or fast.’
‘D’you hear that, El?’ said Tom. ‘Bare-bottomed is better for your health.’
‘I don’t…think so,’ I ground out, longing to be able to rub my behind, flexing my wrists uselessly in their snug leather restraints.
‘Her thighs are bare,’ noted Maria. ‘From the top of those cute socks. More painful, of course, because less fleshy, but let me try for a light touch…’
The flogger fell on my right thigh, then my left, leaving behind a whisper of warmth. Maria certainly was adept at that light touch. But the more she practised it, the hotter my skin grew, until i
t pulsed like a beacon. She swished and smacked from mid-thigh right to the curve of my bottom, over and over again, then she stopped and handed the whip to Tom.
‘Well, I’m not hearing any complaints from her, even if she is trying for the world hula-hooping record. That pelvis of hers hasn’t stopped moving. Let’s see you try it, Tom.’
If Tom hit my thighs as hard as he’d laid into my bottom, I couldn’t see this lasting too long. I shut my eyes, despite the blindfold, gritted my teeth and prepared to scream.
‘Don’t be a hero, Ellie,’ he said, perhaps noticing my newly rigid stance. ‘If it gets too much, say so. Do you promise?’
‘I promise,’ I said, wondering if Maria might read any of our history into this little exchange. Hopefully not.
His first attempt was too slack and the tips fell away before they even touched my tightening skin.
‘I’m a bit nervous,’ he confessed before aiming his second shot. This sent little peppery dots of heat from the top of my thigh to the middle. I gasped, but my knickers were getting wetter and wetter. If he would just uncuff my wrists and bend me over…
The well-targeted stroke gave him confidence. His next strokes were firmer, and the pace picked up. He didn’t restrict himself to my bare skin, but let the flogger wander back up to my bottom pretty often, while I twisted and clenched my buttocks, feeling sweat begin to trickle down my brow and into the blindfold.
‘Oh…ah…oh,’ I yelped. ‘It’s hot! It stings!’
‘But do you want me to stop?’
‘Not…yet…maybe in a…’
A full-force thwack seared the tops of both thighs.
‘Stop!’
I heard him let out a long, uneven breath.
‘I want to touch you,’ he said. ‘I want to feel that heat. Yes or no?’
‘Yes,’ I whispered.
Maria made a little noise, whether of surprise or satisfaction I couldn’t tell.
He put his palm flat against my left thigh, absorbing the heat that flooded from my skin. If he lifted it just a little, he would know how wet I was. Did any steam travel down to hint at my arousal?
He stroked my thighs for a mesmerising few moments, then gave my bottom a cheeky rub. I couldn’t protest. I didn’t care what Maria made of it. I wanted him to slip his fingers inside my knicker elastic and fuck me with them there and then, while I hung in helpless compliance from my hook.
‘Play your cards right, Tom, and you could have this little one calling you Sir,’ remarked Maria, sounding more than a little turned on herself.
‘Would you like that?’ said Tom softly, wrapping one arm around me and letting his free hand drift up towards my breasts.