Punish me!

Ann Marie La Sante is naked on her knees in the cold concrete basement. Rope bites into her wrists behind her back and presses tight across her breasts, lifting them slightly so her nipples stand hard from the chill. A black silk blindfold covers her eyes. Her lips part when she hears heels on the stairs. Mistress Mandy steps into the dim light, leather crop already in hand. The first strike lands across the top of Ann Marie’s thigh. She jolts, then rocks forward, breath hissing out between clenched teeth. Each slap burns hotter. Sweat beads on her ribs. She leans into the sting, hungry for it, memorizing the exact pace of Mandy’s wrist and the way the leather whispers through the air before it connects. More, she whispers, voice low and reverent, a raw note threading through the quiet room as the next stroke falls.