For Him, this event was not about inflicting pain for cruelty.  It was all about touch and sensual stimulation.  It was about using His Whips and Floggers to excite and stimulate both Himself and me.  Daddy is an expert with His Whips and knows how to bring the best out in His Submissive.  Evoking the right balance of pain and pleasure was a honed skill and, if He got it right, His Little Girl would cum and ejaculate for Him the instant He touched her.  That thought excited Him more than anything and He would use that thought to ride the Passion that rose bubbling up from deep within Him.  Gripping the handle of His Whip, He carefully selected His first point of impact and, before I could even think another thought, the tongue of His Whip wrapped loudly around my waist, pulling me off my feet and turning me around in my metal shackle, at the end of His Red Rope.

This was the first of many of the Wraps He would do.  Always, they come as a shock to me because I never expect them to be so gentle and erotic.  The sensation of the tail of the Bull Whip wrapping around my waist, my legs and my arms is quite arousing.  The snakelike feel of the cool, silky leather on my naked skin causes me to shiver in paroxysms of delight and my pussy reacts with an increased flow of moisture.

Stopping suddenly, Daddy comes to me and begins to unzip my little Denim Skirt, letting it fall to floor at my feet.  He then pulls down my tiny thong panties, ordering me to keep them around my booted ankles as a kind of bondage and once again, begins His Wrapping process with His Bull Whip.

I drift in a sea of bliss as my Whip Master pushes me down into the depths of myself; into the surrealistic imagery my subconscious mind is forced to create.  At some point He comes to me again.  I smell Him before I feel His arms enfold my body and lose myself in the scent of Him and the feel of Him, while I tuck my head into the crook of His neck.  He leads me over to the Lattice A-Frame and, because I am utterly lost within the depths of my being, He places my left hand on the frame and orders me to hold onto it while He releases the Handcuff from the rope and then unlocks the metal from my wrist.  I vaguely know where I am but in the next instant, I can feel Him pressing His hard body against mine and I feel deliciously flattened under His weight, against the crisscross cool, smooth wooden slats of the frame.

Leaving me to orient myself and give me a few moments to catch my breath, Daddy busied Himself with removing His Red Ropes from the ceiling hook but, before I knew another thought, He had approached me from behind and I moaned at the nearness of His Presence.  His hands were upon me, physically turning me around to face Him, as He once again pushed His body hard against mine.  I watched Him, through half closed eyes, go back and pick up the new flogger with the flexible handle He had been given to try.  Pausing for a moment, I could see Him taking in my body.  I sensed that He felt like an Artist about to mark His Wonderful Canvas and that He was about to produce a thing of beauty, a masterpiece if you will.

His manhood was hard against His leather pants and He was bursting with sexual power and strong Masculine Consciousness from the impending delight of whipping His beautiful Little Girl.  He would take His Pleasure now, allowing His darker desires to come to the fore and His Alter Ego to escape into another reality altogether, for this surely was what I always allowed Him to do.  Daddy was able to let Himself go farther during our Playtime than He had ever been able to do before.  Since the early beginnings of our relationship, I had never really established any boundaries with Him, because I so completely trusted His Consciously Directed Energy and open hearted love for me, that I felt there was no need.  And so He stood there before me, Flogger in hand, ready to strike His first blow.

Daddy loves to use my breasts for target practice and my little brown nipples were first on His list to torment.  Sometimes my experience is that Daddy forgets how much He has already abused them since my arrival a mere twenty-four hours ago and that my breasts are already extremely sensitive.  In any case, I jump about and moan aloud as He continues to flog them with the new Flogger. 



 For me, this is not a pleasant experience and I begin to really dislike His New Toy.  Oblivious to my cries, He continues on down to my stomach and then my thighs, finally switching over to His Cat O’ Nine Tails.  I turn my body away from Him and He commands me to turn around and face Him.  Reluctantly, I do as I am told and it is then that Daddy brings out His smaller Bull Whip and begins to once again, use my little titties as the objects of His Practice, sending my mind into another frenzy as His Rain of Fire courses through my body, sending me over yet another edge of myself with the intensity of this newly focused pain.  He strikes my stomach numerous times and finally ends at my thighs, ordering me to spread them so He has better access to the more tender inner flesh.

He pauses for a moment; contemplating His power over me and allowing me time to drown in the anticipation of His coming strokes.  I imagine how surprised He must be at how much these Scenes excited Him because in normal everyday life, my Daddy is a quiet, mild mannered man, always seeking diplomatic solutions to problems, preferring peace rather than confrontation and in His job, which He was very good at, He served people well.  He is always appalled by violence against women and He views such actions like these as the work of weak, insecure and cowardly men but to Him, this was not a violent act, even though it simulated one.  It was a whole world removed from that because He used His Skill with a Whip to fuel sensual arousal and create a mood that would release the ultimate surrender and submission of His Little Girl.