“The random number generator please Sir.” She says quickly like she has to say it before she wimps out.
“Ok press the button then.” I order her holding the phone out to her.
Taylor presses the button and we both watch as the website does its job and generates a number from one to thirty. A number appears on the screen and Taylor gasp in fear, twenty five is the number on the screen.
“So twenty five lashes with the whip on your back. I’ll start softly so you can get used to it.” I tell her.
“Thank you Sir.” She says quietly.
“Stand facing the wall with you hands on the wall above your head and we will get started.” I order her.
She walks over to the wall and stands in the position I told her to, I walk up behind her gather her long blonde hair together and place it over her shoulder so it hangs over her breasts and not her back.
“I love you.” I tell her giving her neck above the collar a quick kiss before stepping back ready to whip her tremoring back.
“Before you start Sir, do you want me to count the lashes?” She asks stopping me mid swing.
“If you can but if you can’t I will do it.” I tell her.
“Thank you Sir, I’m ready now.” She tells me.
I wait a couple of seconds before I start with the whipping. Like I told her I would I start off gently with each strike getting a little bit harder but still only making her gasp and then she counts out the strike. The sixth strike is considerably stronger than the first five, Taylors scream is loud and long and she drops to her knees with her hands shooting around to her back.
“Stand up.” I order her and watch as she shakily gets to her feet, “remember you can get me to stop at any point just say the safe word.” I tell her wanting to remind her she has a way out and she doesn’t have to carry on.
“I can do this Sir.” She says determined.
“Ok but the last nineteen lashes will be as strong as that last one.” I tell her.
“Yes Sir.” She says moving back into the same position for the rest of her whipping.
“I’m going to start again.” I tell her sweeping her hair over her shoulder again.
I let her recover after each strike, allowing her time to scream and steady her breathing before I strike her again, she has stopped counting out the lashes but I don’t mind because I think of how bad the pain must be. The sound of the whip striking her skin, the sound of her screams and the sight of the red welts appearing on her back are turning me on so much that by the time I have administered all twenty five of the lashes my cock is fully erect and throbbing.
“That’s all, you took them all.” I tell her.
Taylor turns around and I see that there is tears streaming down her face, I move toward her and wipe the tears from her eyes before wrapping her in a hug making sure to keep my hands and arms away from the welts on her back.
“You did really well.” I tell her pulling back from the hug and kissing her forehead.
“Thank you Sir.” She says with a shaky smile.
“I take it that’s not something you want to repeat.” I say sensing how much it had hurt her.
“No, I want to, just with less hits next time.” She tells me with a nervous laugh.
“You are fucking amazing.” I tell her giving her a big kiss.
“Can we have a second round?” She asks.
I hadn’t expected her to say those words and had been planning on giving her a minute or two to recover and maybe have her suck my cock before we carried on but her request spurs me on.
“Ok let’s choose body part first this time. Give me a number between one and six.” I order her.
“Six Sir.” She tells me.
“Six is your pussy.” I tell her and watch her wince, “now pick a number between one and four.”
“Definitely not three Sir.” She says with a soft laugh and making me laugh too.
“Can I have one please Sir.” She says.
“One is the cane.” I tell her and watch as a look of fear crosses her face.
“Number generator again?” I ask and she nods her head.
Taylor presses the go button on the number generator and we both watch as the website does its job and spits out a number, the number ten.
“So ten strikes on your pussy with the cane. You up for this?” I ask.
“Yes Sir.” She replies.
“Ok, lie on the bed and make sure your pussy is very exposed and I have easy access.” I tell her as I move over to the candle set, take one from within and light it.
“Can I ask a question please Sir?” Taylor asks.
“Go for it.” I tell her giving her permission to ask her question.
“Why did you light the candle Sir?” She asks.
“Because after this round we are going to have a break from the beatings and I want some melted wax for then.” I tell her.
“Are you ready?” I ask looking down on her lying on her back with her knees pulled up to her chest and her legs spread wide.
“Yes Sir.” She answers.
“I want you to count every strike.” I tell her before adding, “if you don’t I will repeat the strike until you do.”
“Yes Sir.” She says sounding worried now.
I run the cane along her pussy that is already red and swollen from the beating it took with the paddle earlier but I’m not going to take it easy on her. I bring the cane up and then back down horizontally across her pussy.
“One Sir.” Taylor stammers after a short scream from the first strike.
I alternate the strikes between horizontal across her pussy and vertically up the length of her pussy. Taylor counts out each strike after screaming, her screams are different with the different strikes with the vertical strikes eliciting louder screams as the cane connects with her clit.
“Ten Sir.” Taylor gasps after a loud scream from a vertical strike that hits her directly across her clit.
“We are done with the beatings. For now.” I tell Taylor, her face had slightly fallen like she was upset when I said we were done but when I added ‘for now’ her face lit up.
“This isn’t a rest for you though this break is for me, my cock has been rock hard since we started so I’m going to use your throat for release.” I tell her feeling a little cruel but really enjoying myself.
“Yes Sir.” She says her eyes wide and a smile on her lips, “can I ask you a question please Sir?” She asks, I nod my head and Taylor asks her question, “what was the wax for Sir?”
“Well while I’m fucking your throat I’m going to cover you in hot wax.” I tell her watching her smile widen.
“Lie on your back with your head off of the end of the bed.” I order her as I retrieve the burning candle that has now melted enough to have a large puddle of melted wax.
“If at any point you need me to stop tap my leg three times.” I tell her knowing that she won’t be able to speak with my cock in her throat but also knowing the importance of her having a way of telling me she needs everything to stop.
I walk back over to Taylor and let my cock flop down onto her upside down chin, like I’ve pressed a button her mouth opens wide. I slip my cock into her mouth and feel her tongue instantly start swirl around the head of my cock, I let my cock rest in her mouth for a moment enjoying the feeling of her tongue all over my cock. I start to push my cock further back but when I reach the back of her mouth I feel her throat constrict and block me.