The paddle had left it's painful impression on my backside. Master had rolled me over and was flicking my nipples over and over. My breathing told him what was going on in my mind better than I could ever express.
"Shhhhh now, it's ok. We're all done now. Shhhhhh." He stroked my wild and tangled hair out of my face. It was all wrapped in and around the leather strap he was using as both a gag and a restraint.
I calmed my breathing, looking up at him with a mixture of "Please don't do that again, it really hurts", and "Please don't be done yet" in my eyes. He knew exactly what I was thinking, which for some reason still always surprises me.
Then he began flicking my nipples again. Turns out he wasn't done at all. Not even close.
I don't think he's allowed to trick me like that? I'm sure it must be in the rule book somewhere on the "Most definitely not allowed" page.
If only I could find it. The rulebook, that is.
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