| Suddenly I feel the crop smacking, softly against my ass cheeks, I can’t help but to jump slightly from the surprise of it. Master just keeps tapping it against my ass cheeks, in a steady rhythm, not really increasing the pressure or the speed of them. I let my mind wander off of the crop, to a place of my own so that I don’t have to think about the crop against my ass cheeks. After a little bit, Master increases the force of the smacks with the crop, but keeping the same steady rhythm. I can feel a small amount of stinging starting to occur on my ass cheeks, but it is nothing that I can’t handle. As Master continues to swat my ass with the crop, he slowly increases the force of the blows until the sound of the blows fill the bedroom. The stinging is getting more intense, but still no where near the level that I can’t handle. I try to take my mind off of the stinging in my ass as I grab a hold of the ropes and squeeze them in my hands. Suddenly, Master stops with the...
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