Last night…
“It is nearly February Slut!”
“I know, Sir”
“And that means?”
“The month of the whip, Sir.”
“Indeed… Are you ready?”
That is weighty question if ever I heard one. If I say yes then he will be pleased but I also suspect it will lead to him trying to test that confidence with words that will pepper seeds of doubt about his plans into my head and if I say no, well that will please him in a whole different way…
“I was thinking about it today, while I was at Zumba, which is very distracting during Zumba just so you know, and I realised that in a slightly sick masochistic way I am looking forward to the challenge. Last year the thought of it scared me, but it was the unknown that scared me and the real fear was that I would not be able to take it. I was wrong.”
The month of the whip ran last year through February; one stroke of the whip for every day of the month. So on the 1st = one stroke, on the 2nd = 2 strokes, on the 3rd = 3 strokes right up until the 29th and 29 strokes. Yes it was a leap year. He has been muttering about the possibility of doing this take again for a few weeks now but in my usual style I have not taken the bait and questioned him on his plans, that is until last night
“I was wondering Sir if maybe I might be able to cash in the whip on occasion for something else, maybe 5 with the flogger could count towards one with the whip?”
He laughs
“Oh you can buy more if you want, but they will all be delivered with the whip”
I think my look of defiance at this point was maybe a mistake. It was greeted with more laughter and…
“ I have been thinking too (never a good thing when it comes to matters of whips and the such like) and in honour of it being the second year it seems only right to double everything up.”
“Ummm say what?” I stammer
He pauses for a moment, watching me and then…
“Let me make this very clear Slut. For every day of the month there will be 2 strikes of the whip and you will take them from me without a fight or protest. I want you to accept them, learn to love them, even crave them. If you fight, I will tie you down and give them to you anyway but I would advise you avoid that situation because it will be far worse for you. Remember, good girls get…”
And he leaves the sentenced unfinished but I know what he wants from me
“Good girls get spanked, bad girls get punished” I reply
For a moment I lay beside him and let his words sink in and then I blurt out…
“But Sir, that means on the 10th there will be 20 and on the 20th there will be 40 and… I don’t think I can. What if I can’t, it is too much. I mean by the end there is going to be..”
He cuts me off…
“By the end there will be 56 slut and I have every confidence in you. You can do it; I will make sure of that. We can practise now if you like?”
I declined his offer but the firm twist of his fingers in my hair as he pushes me down towards his cock tells me that his next offer is not so optional. Later, as I fall asleep with the taste of his cum lingering on my tongue, my mind is filled with whirling crashing images of whips, tears, numbers and the beautiful red welts that will soon be mine.
Mollyxxx
Ps… Click on the icon below to see who else is joining in with Wicked Wednesday
13 comments