Damn, I’m lost. I keep getting distracted.
Punish me please. A flogging always helps me to focus.
And you know how much I love to watch you whip me.
The way you hold yourself.
Cool. Poised. Elegant.
I want to drink you with my eyes.
I gaze at your perfect sinewy arms, the poetic symmetry of your shoulders, the strength and purpose in that firm athletic musculature, soon to be made so cruelly manifest upon my silky naked flesh.
Your beauty astonishes me.
The way you clasp the whip firmly in your right hand, waiting, choosing the moment.
A flick of the wrist.
You turn and raise your arm.
I hold my breath.
I never want it to end.
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