Page 38 of Learning to Trust

“One, thank you.”

The second strike across my lower stomach and hips was fiercer and pain ripped through my body.

“Two, thank you.”

Strikes three, four, and five were more of the same and my skin was on fire. Six cut across my thighs and cock, the pain had me screaming out and attempting to catch my breath.

"One second to count, Andrew. and for every second that passes without the count, I will add one more strike. Kyle could be a nasty sonofabitch when he stepped into his Dom persona.

“Six, thank you,” I managed to whisper before the second was over.

Tears streamed over my cheeks, my body felt like it was encased in an inferno. Why the fuck did other Doms and subs enjoy being flogged?

Seven and eight struck my chest and stomach causing my dick to become excited and stand proud. What the fuck was it thinking? It had made itself a larger target.

Nine and ten struck across my thighs and cock which produced more screams and tears. If I hadn't been restrained, I would have been a puddle of mess on the floor. I glanced down to see the blazing redness, but Kyle being the professional he was, hadn't broken the skin. He'd merely caused it to become welted and crimson in color.

Simon and Cody unbuckled the restraints and held me upright while I was turned so my back was now ready for Kyle to continue.

I yelped in pain when my injured front was pushed firmly against the leather of the cross. The two men stepped away once I was buckled in place.

"Safeword, Andrew?"

“No, keep going.”

The first strike landed across my ass, and I counted out ‘one.’

The following five strikes hit various areas, each one harder than the previous. Or did it feel that way because my battered body was becoming more sensitive?

Strikes seven and eight had the tails whipping over my balls and I yelled like a banshee calling Kyle by some rather creative names.

Nine and ten pummelled my ass again and I was starting to understand how David must have felt after his spanking.

It had been a very long time since I’d last been flogged, whipped, or spanked and I had forgotten how vulnerable one could feel at the mercy of others. It required a great deal of trust to submit to another.

“How do you feel?” Kyle laid a hand on my shoulder.

I was zoned out, floating, not in subspace but close, and although I was aware of goings on around me and heard the question, I didn't answer.

Cody and Simon unbuckled the restraints and caught me as my legs gave way. I was picked up and laid on the bed, someone had turned the covers down.

“Go down and tell Leon we’re done.”

Kyle must have been speaking with Cody and Simon and I was vaguely aware of them leaving the room after both kissed my cheek.

Kyle applied lotion to the front and back of my body. The cold liquid against my bruised battered, and heated skin caused the pain to become almost unbearable but it also had a slight soothing effect.

Kyle leaned forward and kissed the side of my lips. "Don't make another error in judgment, Andrew."

I didn’t answer, I was on my way to where fairies resided.

***

When I cracked my eyes open, I saw David seated in a chair beside the bed and he held one of my hands.

“You’re awake, Sir. How do you feel?”

Pain assaulted my body when I attempted to roll onto one side, and I whimpered.