OnLocation by Sindra van Yssel Page B

for a moment—picked something up,
perhaps, there was no way of knowing what—and stepped behind her.
    “Seven,” he said. “One from this morning. Four for being
four minutes late. One for lying about your desires and one for not addressing
me with respect.”
    “Seven. Yes Sir. I will take seven.” Not knowing what she
was taking, she didn’t know what she was promising, but she wanted to sound
confident, at least.
    “If I enjoy the seven, I might continue.”
    If he enjoyed the seven. “Yes Sir.” She wondered what
would make it pleasurable for him and what not. She wanted him to be pleased.
She wasn’t sure how to please him but she’d try her best. She wanted to be the
best woman he’d ever been with, and that made her falter. She had so little
experience.
    “Just be you,” he said. Apparently he was reading her mind
again.
    “Yes Sir.”
    She felt his hand leave her shoulder and heard him step
back. “Bracing won’t help. Relax, little sub.”
    Easy for him to say. She didn’t even know what to brace for,
although knowing might not help any. How could she be bracing? But she realized
her shoulders were scrunched tight. Even her ass was tense. She took deep
breaths, trying to follow directions and relax. She shook her feet and then
stayed still.
    She wouldn’t have known what it was had it not been for the
morning in her bedroom, but the cascade of tails that hit her back was a comfort.
A flogger. It didn’t hurt; it was more like a heavy caress.
    “Should I count, Sir?” She remembered reading about that in
some book.
    “No. And these aren’t part of the seven either.”
    Darn. “Will you tell me when you’ve started for real
then?”
    “You will know. There will be no doubt.”
    That sounded ominous, but the thought was soon swept away as
the flogger flicked into her again. He alternated between strokes on her upper
back and on her ass, ignoring the parts in between. On her back it felt like a
massage but heavier, but the smacks on her ass warmed and aroused her. She
spread her legs wider, wanting a tail to flip up and caress her pussy, even
though she feared it would be too much. Still, she wanted something to soothe
the fire that was building between her legs. Or maybe she wanted more fuel for
the flame. Either way she wanted more of what he was giving.
    She sagged in the chains, although her scalp instantly
reminded her why that was a bad idea and she straightened. She was thankful now
she couldn’t see. It focused her other senses. The smell of the leather. The
swish through the air, the sound of his breathing and the thudding splash of
the tails as they struck her skin. She rocked in time with it, catching on to
his rhythm, pushing her butt out for more of what she craved. Who knew a
whip could feel so good? I could get addicted to this.
    Something heavy hit the bed. For a moment nothing happened.
Then something swished through the air, almost whistling. There wasn’t time for
her to tense again before a white-hot bolt of stingy pain appeared on one butt
cheek. “Ah!” she yelped in response, not wanting to say ow but unable to keep
silent. It didn’t make her pussy juice or her nipples tighten. It hurt.
    She could take it but she didn’t have to like it. It was all
sting and none of the heavy pressure the flogger provided, and it was way more
intense than when he’d flicked the ends of the flogger against her breasts. I
will never like this. He wasn’t lying when he said she’d know when the
seven started. She grabbed the chain and pulled, half wanting to get away, half
appreciating the comfort that came from knowing she couldn’t.
    Another high swoosh and the other butt cheek joined the
first in distress. She managed to keep her voice down to a moan somehow.
    The next sounded the same but felt entirely different.
Rather than a point, it made a line, all along the underside of her ass. And it
was rougher somehow, but didn’t sting quite as much. She felt her butt quiver
at