The heavy flogger is a beautiful weapon; the lashes spread to a wide target area, and the weight delivers a wallop. Pain isn’t concentrated, but areas of skin are struck repeatedly, and that intensifies pain. This slave is feeling it, grunting with each stroke. I love that sound, and hit with all the strength in my arm and back. Occasionally, I whirl the lashes-like a cowboy about to rope a mustang-then let fly.
He gets no mercy from me; I pick up the tempo n strike away. I notice a fine film of perspiration covering his chest, and his back is deep crimson and well marked. I drop my aim to his ass, swatting forehand/backhand at a wicked clip, ending that volley with a single full-power whack to the sore nates that has him weeping all over again. Tough, girlie-boy.
Yours in good pain, Queen Darla