Chrissie Learns A Harsh Lesson The Conclusion

The whip seemed to sing out as it would sail through the air until it ultimately landed on my ass.
"OWWWWWWWWWWW!!!"...... "OOOOOOWWWWWWWW!!"......... "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH"........"OOOHHHHHHHH!!!"
I would cry out each time the whip came down to land on it's intended target.
By now I had taken nearly two dozen lashes from his whip and my ass was on fire. I must confess that the burning sensation coupled
with the stinging pain was strangely arousing though were to cease at this point I surely wouldn't mind. I knew that once my session with
the whip were concluded I might be rewarded with his cock buried deep in my "pussy" or perhaps he might elect to spill his seed down
my throat.
"Chrissie," he said "What good little girl you are. You are taking the whip so well. I must tell you how much I appreciate the way you cry
out each time the lash comes down. Your cries and moans are like an erotic symphony to my ears. They tell such an elegant tale of your
torment and yet are overly dramatic."
I have to admit I was surprised by the nonchalant way in which he described my whipping, as if he were merely critiquing some
Broadway play or the performance of a symphony orchestra.
"You must understand Chrissie that the beauty of the whip is that it requires far fewer lashings in order to achieve the same result that
one gets from the paddle or the strap." He said.
"Chrissie.....I shall now demonstrate for you my high degree of proficiency with the whip."
As he then removed the blindfold from eyes he said, "I want you to be able to witness my handiwork."
I was now able to observe the way he drew the whip back over his shoulder and how he stepped forward slightly as he directed it's
downward flight. However being able to witness his actions I was now aware of when the whip would make contact with my flesh and
this made instinctively want to twist out of the way. This was something I wasn't able to do while blindfolded.