A solid smack landed on my ass, making me squeal.
“Now the skirt,” Master commanded.
I did the same, teasing them as I went, feeling my pussy getting wetter by the second.
Once I discarded the skirt, Master patted the railing. “Get that cute little ass up here.”
A frisson of fear shot into my bloodstream when I peered over the side of the railing.
“We won’t let you fall,” he assured me.
There was only a second of trepidation before I accepted that I trusted them. I knew they wouldn’t endanger me. Plus, it wasn’t like it was that far of a drop. Maybe eight feet. Into sand. Surely I wouldn’t break a bone if—
“Up. Now,” Master barked softly.
I jumped, then scurried to hop up onto the railing, noticing that Sir was heading into the house.
“On your stomach.”
With Master’s help, I managed to lay myself out flat on the railing. It was probably a good eight inches wide, maybe more, so it wasn’t like I was balancing precariously on it.
“Put your hands on this rail.” He guided my hands down, waiting until I had wrapped my fists around one of the decorative wood rails that ran vertically from the bottom rail to the top.
I felt a measure of relief when he didn’t take his hands off me. He slid them down my back, holding me still without applying too much pressure. When he got down to my legs, his warm hands curled around my ankles.
I heard footsteps, but I didn’t look up, not wanting to chance falling to the ground. I assumed Sir had returned.
His legs appeared in my line of sight.
“Do you know what this is?” Sir asked, holding something in his hand.
It was long and thin with a flattened end. “A miniature paddle on a stick?”
“It’s a crop.”
Looked like a miniature paddle on a stick to me.
He moved and I felt the coolness of leather as it slid down between my shoulder blades, then farther down my spine before caressing each of my ass cheeks. I was trembling with anticipation. It was the not knowing that got me. I wasn’t sure if he was going to spank me with that thing or if he was simply going to caress me until I couldn’t take any more.
A second later, I found out his intentions.
Smack.
My body jerked from the stinging impact and I squealed, squeezing my hands tighter around the railing to keep from falling. I could feel the firm grip of Master’s hands on my ankles.
“Be very still, pet.”
I gave Sir a jerky nod.
Smack.
Another squeak escaped me as my body lurched again.
Warm hands slid between my thighs, inching higher before teasing my lower lips. The stinging on my butt cheeks dissipated as the sensual caress became my focus.
“Her ass turns a pretty shade of pink,” Master said absently.
“Let’s see how red we can get it.”
The crop moved over my left thigh, then my right before grazing my ass again.
Smack.
“Oooh!” I didn’t mean for that to come out as a moan, but it did.
“Color, pet?” Sir asked.
“Green,” I said without hesitation.
“Good girl.”
Warmth infused me at his approval.
Smack.
I twitched again but kept my hands firmly on the rail as the pain exploded on my right butt cheek.
Smack.
Then the left, this time a little harder than before.
Sir’s hand traveled between my legs again, teasing me briefly.
“Very nice, pet. I like to feel your pussy dripping on my fingers.”
I wasn’t sure how it was even possible, but Sir was right. My pussy was wet and growing more so by the second. Between lying out on the railing naked with Master’s warm hands on my legs, the danger associated with my position, and the biting sting of the crop, my arousal was growing.
“Now I want you to remain extremely still for this next part,” Sir said. “Keep your hands on the rail.”
Oh, God.
I had no idea what he was planning to do, but the hint of fear that his command invoked seemed to turn me on even more.
The leather traveled down my left leg, all the way to my ankle, then up my right. It was soothing.
Smack.
And then it wasn’t.
Smack.
Smack.
The stinging blows were delivered on the backs of my thighs and along my calves. The rapid succession didn’t allow me time to breathe, much less move.
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
By the time Sir stopped, every slap landing on a different part of my leg, I was practically vibrating. It hurt so good.
A warm hand dipped between my legs, this time through my wetness and into my needy pussy. One finger, then two. I assumed it was Sir who was fingering me and I whimpered, wanting him to continue.
Of course, it stopped too soon for my liking.
“Time to turn over,” Sir told me. “Don’t move until we help you.”
I waited, not relinquishing my death grip on the rail until Sir wrapped one arm around my torso, holding me against his body as they easily turned me over, positioning me on the rail.
