He’d said it once. "I want, once in my life, no matter how I scream and beg, to be whipped to shreds." I would give him that, after all it was his birthday! I put a heavy steel ring in his hand. He knew what to do with it. For any reason, if he needed this to stop, he was to throw it. When he had had enough. If something was wrong. Whatever. I left this in his control. Especially using this new toy. It was unexplored territory for both of us. I’d practiced with it, of course, using a paper on a clothesline as a target. I was pretty good at it, I thought. But still, I wanted this to be a good experience for the both of us.

Again I caressed him, feeling his muscles loose under my palm. His breath came slow and steady out of his nose. His head rested against one arm of the cross. I caressed his cheek. I stepped back, raised my arm. And brought that evil whip down in a smooth motion, springing back and letting just the tip snap against his flesh. I heard the muffled scream behi...

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