Alex heard the crop swish through the air before he felt it. That sound alone was enough to make his cock twitch – or at least it would be, if it weren’t in a cage. He wanted to say as much, but all he could do was groan with satisfaction as it came down hard on his left cheek.
“I think I’ll give you nice, even stripes today,” Sir said as he walked around the back of Alex’s legs, perched on tip toes to strain his balance against the bench he was bent over. Alex’s heart pounded at the thought of the long, beautiful red marks coloring his bottom. Sir hit his right cheek with force. He tensed briefly, then allowed the endorphins to flow through him like a full-bodied pinot.
Sir hit him again slightly lower than before, then circled around front this time, the bulge of his cock visible through his trousers. Alex felt him lightly tap the crop against his pale flesh like a golfer practicing her swing before following through. He wanted to be exact in lining up the stripes; Alex grinned at the thought of his perfectionist tendencies, a droplet of drool slipping around the edge of his ball gag.
Thwack. Another stripe. An inch down. Thwack! Another. Alex heard footsteps before once again feeling the light tapping of leather on his skin. His eyes were now closed, his breathing even, his muscles starting to relax.
“Well, I’ll be goddamned,” Sir said out of the blue, bringing Alex out of his reverie. Alex kicked up a hairy right leg behind him; Sir removed his gag.
“What happened?” he asked, still in a state of calm content.
“That bruise on your left hip that’s been changing color – it’s purple now.”
“Great!” said Alex. “But why the surprise?”
“Congratulations,” Sir said. “Your ass is an American flag. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so patriotic before.” Before Alex could get the loud laugh all the way out of his body that burst forth from his gut, Sir had managed to get the gag back in place and the laugh was held inside, ready to come out later. For now, there was more work to be done.