The Vanilla Boy who Flogged me [M/F] | 2016

So, I got a new flogger (cat-o-nine-tails) for Christmas, and I've been eager to try it out since. I spent this past weekend with my boyfriend (who I've affectionately referred to as Vanilla Boy) and figured it would be the perfect time to test it out. The day I tried it on him was uneventful -- he didn't get much out of it, so we figured he'd try it on me another time.

My new flogger had mostly suede strips, as well as a bunch of fluffy strips hanging, so when I first took off my clothes and lay back, he ran the fluff up and down my body. I'm quite sensitive to touch, so instinctively I would arch into him, as he ran the fluff over my stomach, breasts, and nipples. He hit my chest very lightly a couple of times, to test it out, before having me turn over so that he could hit my back, thighs, and ass.

I instructed him on where to hit and where to stay away from, but otherwise, he was figuring out his own rhythm. I figured it was more important for him to be comfortable flogging me than for him to learn technique. He started hitting me on the upper back, then a bit on the thighs, then on the ass, when suddenly... smack! He threw down a particularly hard one. I let loose something between a gasp and a moan. I hadn't expected him to hit me quite so hard... not that I couldn't take it, but he had shown reluctance to put me in any sort of pain in the past.

Obviously, he enjoyed my reaction, because, smack! There was another, right on my upper back again. Smack, smack! He was becoming quite comfortable with this. Then, suddenly, smack! One right on the firm part of my ass. I moaned, louder this time. He hit my ass a few more times before casting the flogger aside and spanking me. When he stopped, he noted how red my ass looked -- despite my dark skin.

Now, for most of this weekend, we had been staying in a bed that was rather creaky, in a room with thin walls. Finally, though, we were in a solid bed, in a big house, with nobody else home. So of course, we were going to fuck uninhibited for the first time in quite a while. He thrust into me deep at first, every inch of his cock sinking into my wet pussy, then angled himself to hit my g-spot as he pumped into me, fingers laced in my hair as I sunk my teeth into his shoulder, suppressing my moans. Somehow, the flogging had made me quicker to cum than usual, and as I did, my pussy squeezed down on his cock, hard.

He changed our positioning so he was standing next to the bed as I lay on it, and started thrusting into me deep again, his body slamming against me, hitting my clit with each thrust. As he leaned over me, he grabbed my ass and lifted me up, squeezing me as he did, pulling me tighter around him.

As we moved back onto the bed, I wrapped my legs behind him, pulling him deeper until I came again, and again. I felt his pace quicken, and he leaned over, leaving kisses on my neck. Fingers of one hand laced in his hair, the other, sinking fingernails into his back. As he thrust deeper inside me, his body rubbing up against my clit as he did, I peaked, and then plateau'd, cumming, once, then again, then a third time, my pussy tightening around his cock more with each one, until the third time, he came as I did.

Lying there with him after finishing, I told him that we'd have to try that again. He enthusiastically agreed. It seemed he had thoroughly enjoyed himself. So maybe, this vanilla boy isn't so vanilla after all. Or maybe, I'm turning him into a bit of a sadist.