I folded myself down on the floor, back straight, toes curled under. Chin level, eyes down.

"Look at me."

I did. I was nervous. Excited. Could he see it in my face?

"Spread your thighs."

I set them apart slightly as I tried to keep my balance. I was very wet and was concerned that I would drip down onto the tile. I tried not to squirm.

"Ass up."

I complied. I placed my hands on the floor in front of me, head down, and raised my ass in the air, thighs still spread.

"Higher than that."

I lifted higher. It was difficult to be so exposed; so open and clearly aroused.

I felt the tip of the crop against the skin of my ass as he caressed me with it. He dipped it down between my cheeks tracing the line there and coming to my pussy. I was wet and exposed. I felt vulnerable as the leather tag at the end of the crop first outlined my folds and then, tap tap tap as he smacked my bare pussy lightly with it.

"You’re wet."

"Yes, sir."

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