The base of the plug peeked between her cheeks, but he could no longer see the clamp because of her short stature. That was for the best, since he didn’t want to accidentally catch it with the flogger. Every masochist had their pain threshold and he didn’t think too many would actually enjoy having a clamp accidentally torn off their most sensitive organ. Once she couldn’t hold herself in place any longer, he’d either have to switch implements or be extra careful about how he wielded the flogger.

“Good girl, Ellie,” he said as he moved to the cabinets and picked out the heavy leather flogger he knew Patrick kept in the office. It would be thuddy against her skin, a deeper, denser kind of pain which would contrast with the sharper bite on her nipples and clit. Once he got her skin nice and sensitive and pink, he’d switch over to the special new rubber strap he’d brought for tonight. It was thin, whippy, and would sting like hell, especially over freshly beaten skin.

Perfect for Ellie.

Standing behind her, he shifted the two chairs seated in front of the desk to give himself more room. He took a moment to admire her creamy backside, that pale ivory expanse just waiting to be painted with streaks, before raising his hand.

The flogger whirred through the air, the heavy falls coming down on her shoulders and upper back.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

She moaned. Michael twisted his arm, drawing back, and snapped the flogger back up against her ass.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Above his head, a twist, and back down.

Ellie writhed under the leather as it struck her body, her back arching slightly, offering up her ass for more punishment. She moaned, almost continuously, panting slightly as Michael used the flogger over her skin. The ivory of her flesh blushed and then began to darken, turning a brighter, deeper pink as the leather impacted over and over again.

As she moaned and squirmed, her arms trembled, and Michael could see the effort she was using to hold herself up, but it wasn’t enough and she slowly began to sink down. He followed with the flogger, continuing his assault on her sensitized skin, as his cock began to swell. Since he’d left his pants open in front, he wasn’t distracted by his growing dick, he just focused on Ellie and her dipping body.

He could tell the moment her clamped nipples touched the desk, because she jerked upwards as soon as it happened.

The cool wood would feel especially potent against her sensitive buds, not to mention if she let her weight fall on her chest, her clamped tips would be pressed into her breast flesh, which wouldn’t be entirely comfortable either. Especially if she moved at all against the desk, making the clamps scrape over it.