“Up on the desk and lie on your back,” he ordered her as he went to one of the cabinets which he knew stored an assortment of impact instruments. “Hands by your head, feet flat on the table and spread apart.” Michael picked out a crop with a leather flap and a small pussy whip made of thin rubber strands. When he turned around, Ellie was laid out on the table for him, her pink breasts slightly flattened by the position, her skirt a mere strip of cloth around her waist, and her thighs spread wide.

She really did look like a school boy’s fantasy. Well, a kinky school boy’s.

He positioned himself on the side of the desk, looking down over her, and placed the pussy whip down near her legs.

“Good girl,” he said again as he brought the crop down on her breasts.

A line of fire, much stronger than she’d expected, streaked across the underside of Ellie’s breasts, making her suck in a gasp of air as her pussy clenched. The plug in her ass jostled around, reminding her of its presence - as if she could forget - and it felt like her entire body pulsed in response. Anal wasn’t on her soft limits because she didn’t like it, but because it felt so intimate to her, but she loved the way it felt to be filled. The coolness of the wood was heating fast under her ass, where the twin spots he’d spanked throbbed under the weight of her body lying on them.

She felt spread out. Vulnerable. On edge.

This scene wasn’t anything like what she’d expected and it made her feel more alert all over, her senses heightened, constantly trying to anticipate what he was going to do and never managing it. She’d been expecting something like her scene with Andrew.

She was left off balance, but she was also more turned on, more into the scene than she’d felt during a scene in months. Maybe years.

Michael’s hand slapped against the underside of her breast, over the welt he’d just laid down with the crop, and she cried out, arching upwards. His hand felt hot on her sensitized skin, rougher than before, uncomfortable just from contact, and she finally understood what he’d been doing with the rough cloth. It hadn’t hurt when he’d been rubbing her with it, but it made her so sensitized that everything else he was doing now hurt more. His hand lifted and came down on her other breast, rubbing and squeezing the same way, and Ellie writhed.