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Flogging Final: A Scene Report

No, not "final" as in ";exam,"; but final as in wrapping up our series on flogging. After all the mechanics that have been discussed, we'll close with a real-life look at the emotional aspects. This is an account of a flogging that occurred during a Valentine's Day practice session. It's particularly appropriate for our introductory series because it relates the story of Marcus and oreoh, two newcomers to this aspect of BDSM. Read what oreoh has to say, and I think you'll agree that there is something very special about a good flogging.

The Best Valentine's Day Ever

I should note here that my memory of some of the following events is wonderfully blurred!

When James started discussing his need for flogging practice, Renee said it looked like an impromptu play party was forming, and asked if we were interested. Marcus looked at me and I felt my stomach flip-flopping in anticipation. I asked him if he was interested, making sure he was comfortable. He was.

At Renee's direction, I rose and fetched a chair, bringing it to where she indicated. Suddenly I felt unsure. Fear crawled along my belly, highlighting my want. I looked at her and she told me to remove my blouse. I did, also removing my bra, then hesitated before removing my jeans. I was self conscious of my stomach and thighs, but my wanting won out over my discomfort. I wanted my ass beaten too, and I knew it'd be much more fun without my jeans. I asked her if I should, and she replied, ";Whatever you're comfortable with."; I looked to Marcus as I stood there topless. ";Are you okay with this?"; I was worried about his acceptance, how far he was willing to go. He said it was up to me, so I removed my jeans and straddled the chair, facing the back.

Renee bound my hands and then said we needed to get my hair up. Marcus brought her a scrunchie from my purse and she ran her fingers sensually through my hair, twisting it into a top knot. She picked up a red and black flogger. I'd previously told her of my experience with several whips that Marcus has made, how much I enjoyed the sting and how curious I was about the difference I'd heard about the ";thud"; of the flogger.

She started working on my back, showing Marcus how she liked to swing. I loved the thud! The sensations spread out over my body. It was almost like a massage at first. Her strikes grew increasingly hard, wonderful pain spread along my shoulder blades, back and ass. Just when it began to be unbearable, she stopped. Renee took the time to soothe my reddened skin, rubbing it with care and easing the hurt, once even remarking that I had a nice waist. The compliment warmed my soul as much as the floggers had warmed my back.

She used a leather flogger with little chains set into the strands and a rubber whip with many thin strands before taking a huge paddle covered in sandpaper and rubbing it over my reddened skin. It felt fantastic and she seemed mildly surprised that I liked that, too. Then Marcus took his turn, starting with the wonderful red suede flogger.

Renee coached me on methods of communication as Marcus began, so that I wasn't topping from the bottom. I could feel a difference in their strokes, but he took to the flogger very well. He beat me longer and harder, sometimes forcing me to dip my body to change the point of contact. Renee sat in front of me, talking to me, occasionally stroking my thigh or arm, sometimes pushing a stray lock of hair from my face, even making me laugh while he beat me. They tried out different whips and floggers, commenting on the growing redness of my skin. I loved the thud of her red suede flogger.

At one point, I asked for some water. My glass was sitting nearby on the mantle and Marcus got it for me, but Renee took it from him saying, ";Make her work for it!"; She held the glass down low, making me scrunch down in the chair to get my lips at the edge and grab it with my teeth to tilt it, allowing the water to flow into my mouth. It felt soooo good going down! Then Marcus tried the leather flogger with chains threaded through the strands, which was more intense, mixing sting with thud. I loved it as my body warmed even more. His swing seemed harder than hers, or my body was more sensitized by that time and it grew unbearable quickly, my body torn between wriggling to escape and wanting more. Marcus tried out a sisal rope whip, and I loved that too. Soft kissing strokes abraded my tender skin as tiny moans escaped from my lips.

Then Renee suggested Marcus try James' favorite toy: a smallish, thin stranded rubber whip. So far, they'd been unable to find anyone who enjoyed it. It had an intense sting, greater than any leather I'd experienced. My body trembled as I arched back into the strokes, reveling in the wonderful sting, the sensations growing more and more intense. James commented that it looked like they had a pain slut in the making. I replied with a laugh that there was no ";making"; about it!

Renee suggested Marcus try the rubber whip on my breasts -- since I loved that as well -- and he was more than agreeable. She removed the straps from my wrists and I stood, stretching stiff muscles slowly before sitting down again, facing forward this time. Renee instructed me to place my hands on my head, lifting my breasts. He teased my nipples by rubbing the tips lightly over them, then striking lightly. It wasn't enough.

";Harder, please,"; I asked softly and he complied. It still wasn't enough. I wanted more. ";Mmmm harder. Please!"; I almost whined. Okay, maybe I did whine. He began striking harder and harder, alternating breasts. He knows I like equal treatment on both sides. My head arched back, moans torn from my lips. In the distance, I heard someone comment ";Wow, look at that,"; but my attention was almost completely inward. My thighs squeezed together, my back arched into the wonderfully intense strikes. Every muscle in my body tense and wanting, aching with need.

Again and again the whip struck my breasts. Everything became a blur as the pain almost overtook me. I knew I was close... so close. The room was quiet except for my moans and the strike of the whip against my flesh again and again. Finally I opened my eyes, looking up at him and said simply, ";Honey..."; He stopped, pressing his hands into my breasts at the same moment my arms came down, covering them, hugging them to me. Oh how my breasts ached and burned. So wonderful!

I began to feel cold and exposed, now the only one unclothed, so I rose and quickly dressed. The others were talking, but I was still dazed and ";out there."; I couldn't concentrate on their words. Marcus, James and Renee talked some more. I don't remember if I even said anything, other than to thank them as we were leaving. My body ached wonderfully.

Later that night, Marcus and I showered together. He gently washed the bruises after I'd washed him. I love the feel of my soapy hands on his skin. We dried off and went to bed where he'd spread a sheet on the bed. Candles were the only illumination. I laid on my stomach, relaxing with a soft sigh. He warmed the oil in his hands and gently spread it over my bruised back, eventually covering my whole body. I felt so cherished and pampered, so wonderfully sore and relaxed and loved. I turned over and he worked along the front of my body, being especially gentle with my breasts. His hands were wonderful on my bruised skin. He knelt between my legs as he worked down them, even massaging my feet with the lavender oil. Finally, I hooked my legs around his, pulling him towards me as I looked into his eyes. ";Come make love to me,"; I asked softly. And of course he did. Afterwards, as he held me close to his warm body, I told him this was my best Valentine's Day ever.

Who needs cards and flowers?

The Flogging Series

Flogging 101: An Introduction

Flogging 102: Where to Hit, Where NOT to Hit

Flogging 103: Honing Your Flogging Skills

Flogging 104: Hitting a Human Target

This article was first published on About.com's BDSM site on 03/02/98.