We kiss, my hands roam over his body, fumble at his pants, desperate to feel skin on skin. I lick, nibble, bite at his neck and chest, sinking my teeth into him. He laughs at my eagerness. “Get those clothes off, before I rip them off” he tells me. I sit on the edge of the table, remove my bra, stockings and knickers. I sit there waiting. He undresses, I can’t resist sinking to my knees, taking him in my mouth, so delicious. He pulls me up, “Onto the table now, over that block”. I obey, arse exposed, my breath quickening. The anticipation has heightened my nerves. He leans forward and gives me instructions. I’m to tell him if it’s too hard, too much…..also I’m to tell him if I want it harder than he’s giving it to me. The next while passes in a haze of beautiful sensations and I lose myself in it. I feel the caress of the leather flogger then it’s thud, a few short sharp slaps of his hand, the swat of the crop, the whisk of the cane, the thump of the paddle. Some blows aren’t hard enough and I want more, arching my back and pushing my arse into the air, some are almost too much and I try to wriggle away - he holds me down firmly, hand around my neck, keeping me there, then a hand over my mouth to muffle my moans. "Be still.....do I have to restrain you?" he growls. He pushes his fingers into me, feeling my excitement. Plays with me but doesn’t allow me to cum, not yet. He picks a dildo, fucks me with it, leaves it in while he continues to spank me. Gradually he slows down, running his hands over my throbbing, tender backside. He helps me up, I admire my lovely marks in the mirror, knowing they will be there as a reminder for weeks to come. He takes me to the bed and lies me down, and I prepare to receive my reward for being such a good girl. Thank you Sir x