Even in her pleasure-dazed, pain-needy state, Ellie hesitated. “What kind of questions?”

“All kinds,” Michael said, his fingers squeezing her ass cheek tightly, kneading the soft flesh and reminding her how good the pain felt. “For instance, do you prefer dildos or vibrators?”

“I don’t really have a preference,” she admitted. “I like both for different reasons.” It wasn’t the answer he was looking for but...

He stepped away.

THWAP!

She shuddered, groaning with pained-pleasure as fire licked across her skin, almost exactly where the very first stroke had landed. Okay, this wasn’t so bad.

“Is there a room here at the club you’ve never used?”

That was an easy one. “Arabian Nights and the Movie Rooms.”

Arabian Nights was too much of a romantic room, she’d avoided it on principle. Overall, she was more comfortable down in the Dungeon anyway, although she’d played upstairs in the Office, School Room, and Locker Room. Exhibitionism wasn’t really her kink, and she could be a voyeur anywhere, so she’d never been interested in being taped or watching the live feed.

THWAP!

The leather burned and Ellie shuddered as her pain and pleasure mixed into a smooth blend, filling her from head to toe with sensation. Tears sparked in her eyes as the burning grew, the heat of her skin climbing higher.

The questions continued, as did the stripes of leather turning her ass a darker and darker red. He wanted to know what her favorite room in Stronghold was (the Interrogation Room), what her favorite non-impact toy was (clamps... although she almost admitted it was specifically the plug currently inside of her), if she preferred the St. Andrew’s Cross or a spanking bench (the cross), and questions along those lines. Every three or four answers, he would step forward and slide his fingers between her legs from behind, either stroking her pussy or tugging and twirling the plug, exciting her arousal even further.

Then, slowly, the questions changed. She barely even noticed, she was so caught up in the way her pussy was quivering needily, the searing heat and deeper ache of her buttocks, and the tears sliding down her cheeks to drip onto her breasts.

“Have you played outside of the club before?”

“A couple of times.”

THWAP!

“When was the last time?”

“Years ago.”

THWAP!

“Have you ever dated anyone you played with?”

“No.”

THWAP!

The creamy skin of Ellie’s ass was now a bright, burning red. She’d be feeling this whipping for days - which seemed to be what she liked, considering straps were her favorite impact toy. Michael looked forward to seeing her reaction to the rubber strap, which was much harsher. His cock, already rock hard, jerked at the thought of her screams.