"Do You Trust Me?"

“Do you trust me?” he rasped into her ear as he pulled the blindfold down over her eyes.

Four little words. Four little words with so much meaning behind them. Tonight it meant that he was going to take her to the edge. It meant that this was going to hurt.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

“Good girl. Now lay down on your stomach and place your hands behind your back.”

Β She did as he asked, hearing the jangle of the restraints being pulled from his bag. She felt the cool metal on her wrists as he snapped them into place.

“Hmm,” he said as he eyed the arsenal of implements laid out on the bed. “What to use first? Maybe we should use them all. Because you want me to punish you, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her back towards him. “Yes Sir, what?”

“Oww! Yes, Sir, I want you to punish me,” she uttered timidly.

“Did that hurt you, my dear?” he laughed, releasing his hold on her. “We haven’t even begun.”

He selected the deerskin flogger, slowly running the strands across her naked figure. Up and down her back, bottom, and legs. All the way down to her feet. The scent and feel of the leather was already arousing her.

Whoosh, smack! Whoosh, smack! He swung it full force at her bottom, it’s bark much louder than it’s bite. He continued rhythmically swinging. An “Mmm” escaped from her lips.

Before she could get too comfortable, he set it aside and grabbed the wooden paddle. Craack! Craack! Craack! Craack! A flurry of hard swats struck her unprotected flesh.

“Oww! Owww!” she struggled against the restraints, instinctively wanting to cover her backside with her hands.

“Now, now,” he scolded, “Don’t fight it. You deserve this, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir, I deserve it,” she gasped as the swats landed harder.

“Good girl. You’ll take what you earned.” He set aside the paddle and reached for the thick leather strap. He ran it across her reddened skin, teasing her.

“Oh please, not that!” she cried out, knowing it would make him want to use it more. She could picture the sadistic grin on his face, though she could not see him.

“Brace yourself, my dear,” he growled. The strap connected full force with her bottom, over and over.

The sting was overwhelming. She squirmed helplessly, trying to avoid the blows. “Oww! Oww!” she cried out. Yet her body betrayed her, other feelings began to take over. Her back arched and her bottom pushed itself up and toward him for more, as if it were operating independently from her body.

He dropped the strap and roughly turned her over. They began a different type of dance.

All images from The Pink Papers.

About Lea

I'm a shy bottom with a sharp wit. :-)
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11 Responses to "Do You Trust Me?"

  1. Anonymous says:

    Evocative writing, Lea. Sounds like you've been there and done that.

    Karl Friedrich Gauss


  2. “Do you trust me?”

    When I hear those words, I know Dragon is going to push me and push me hard. I have goose bumps just thinking about it.


  3. joeyred51 says:


    Wow. Very hot and erotic.




  4. sarah thorne says:

    What a HOT story, Lea!!! πŸ™‚



  5. ronnie says:

    Lea – Fabulous hot story. Thanks.



  6. Emen says:

    Thank you ma'am.


  7. Angel says:



  8. Poppy says:

    Chross has EXCELLENT taste.
    A lucious story


  9. Lea says:

    @Karl, Thank you. Does it sounds like it's coming from experience? Hmm… πŸ˜‰

    @Dragon's Rose, Good goosebumps, I hope.

    @joey, Thanks, hope you enjoyed it.

    @sarah, Thanks, glad you enjoyed it!

    @ronnie, Thanks! I always enjoy your stories as well!

    @Emen, No sexy song lyrics? πŸ˜‰

    @Angel, Thanks for stopping by!

    @Poppy, Thank you! I haven't been online in a few days and didn't realize I made the list. Yay!


  10. Olivia says:

    This is such a hot post. I'm just going to sit here very quietly and read it again…thank you.


  11. Lea says:

    @Olivia, You're welcome! Thanks for stopping by!


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