SHE MARKED ME (kotw)

“Again!“ I ask her. “Another twelve. Make them just like that last one.” She steps back a little, takes a couple of practise swings and SWISHHH… THWACKKK. I involuntarily suck air in fast then breathe it out slowly, willing the sudden pain out of my body with my breath.

Jeez, she’s getting better at this.

I turn round to look at her as she lines up the next stroke. It’s so hot to see her like this, focussed, a little nervous perhaps, but undeniably enjoying the transfer of power.

She understands it better now, no longer just whacking me randomly. A caning from her has pace and flow, with her enjoying the silence between strokes as much as the strokes themselves. It doesn’t land perfectly every time, but often the thwack has the meaty solidity of a serious caning, creating a wall of pain that has to be scaled to reach the rewards on the other side.

“Oh my God, your arse looks amazing!” She said when she was finished., moving her hand over the marks she had left. I took a long look at myself in the mirror, twisting round to get the best possible view, taking time to admire the even spacing of most of the lines across my backside and feeling again the blows that had landed at the top of my thighs.

“Feel them!” I said, “not like that, push your fingers in. Feel the bruising under the surface!’ And she did, enjoying the feel of the  damaged tissue deep under my inflamed skin. I could tell she had been turned on by beating me, and she was turned on again to see the results.

I was proud of those marks, just like I always am. But I was more proud of her, novice Domme that she is, for giving them to me.

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