Duct tape binds my wrists to my thighs as I lay face down on his examination table. The bind, jutting my ass up in the air and arching my back. Sir wastes no time as I feel the tendrils of his favoured, heavy flogger, lash across my thighs. My ass is swiftly berated with a series of thwacks from the suede falls and just as quickly as it had started, it stopped. The rest was short lived, as was the delicious sensation of the flogger, it was replaced by a sharp sting from a wooden spoon. It’s so light, it travels through the air at such a speed and is deceptively innocent looking, but the win... Show more