The last two hits were applied to her ass. Much harder than the other four. She gasped at the intensity, and felt the burn just grow worse for about fifteen seconds before starting to back off.
"Okay then, now I'll warm you up. When I get back up to strikes that are the intensity of the two you just received I'll tell you so you can compare what you can take cold compared to what you can take warmed up."
He started in with the slapper again, in a regular rhythm. Not really hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to cause just a little discomfort. He probably gave her thirty strikes at that intensity before he started making them harder, and though Kendra knew the strikes were harder, they didn't hurt. In fact, she thought it was starting to feel good. She tried to move her hips around some but felt the ropes tugging at her hands over the tops of her shoulders. Another thirty strikes later she could tell the hits were getting harder again, but they didn't really hurt, they almost felt good. And to make matters worse, she was getting hornier and hornier. She realized at some point that it wouldn't take much for her to come. She desperately wanted something inside of her to help her come.
"Kendra, these hits are the same intensity as the ones I gave you at the beginning."
Wow, these didn't hurt. Was that really possible? This felt good, and those first strikes had really hurt.
He stopped and reached down to feel of her. "You are soaking wet Kendra, you liked that, didn't you."
No sense telling a lie about it. "Yes Sir, I think I did."
"You're ready for a flogger now. I can give you a better rhythm with it. I'm not going to restrict your orgasms today, so if you want to orgasm you are free to do so. You don't have to warn me or ask me or anything. It won't always be that way, but I think that for today you've got enough other things going on."
"Thank you, Sir."
By then he'd walked to the chest and then walked back behind her. "Here it comes."
The first few strikes weren't very hard at all. And then he started in with a nice rhythm with a good bit of force behind it. It hurt, but it felt good a lot more than it hurt. As he kept it up, the rhythm of it combined with the pain/pleasure part of it had her so close to orgasm she couldn't stand it. But she couldn't bring herself to ask for help orgasming, either. And then suddenly he stopped and she moaned that he'd stopped.
"You want more pain, don't you Kendra."
Damn, he was right. She didn't just want it, she needed it.
"Yes, Sir. I do."
"I think you're ready for the cane now."
He walked to the chest and hung the flogger up and picked something else up. He stopped and showed it to her. She knew what it was, she'd used it on others enough. If not used properly it would split the flesh open, if used properly it would create bruises and welts. She would heal from whatever he did, but that didn't mean it wouldn't hurt like hell.
"I'm going to give you two strokes and then decide how many you'll get."
The first cut landed and she couldn't believe the pain. When it first hit, it wasn't so bad. Then two seconds later it was unbearable. But then as the pain spread it felt... not good, not like a massage good, but good, in a painful kind of way.
And then the second cut landed and a second later she gasped in pain, and then as the pain once again morphed into warmth, she moaned. She didn't think she could take too many of these, but damn, what a sensation it was.
"Okay Kendra, six in all, that means you've got four more to go. I want you to count out loud, the next one will be three. When it hits you'll say, 'Three, Sir,' understood?"
"Yes, Sir."
The next one hit and she gasped out "Three, Sir," as she tried to deal with the pain until it morphed into whatever pleasure/pain thing was going on in her ass.
She screamed a little at the next one, not terribly loud, but there was no denying it was a scream, and then she got out, "Four, Sir".
He rubbed across her ass with his hand and she moaned and tried to move her ass around. Her shoulders were starting to scream at her from being in the reverse prayer position, she hoped he changed her arms around when he was done with this part.
His hand came off her ass and the next one hit and this time she screamed a little louder before getting out, "Five, Sir."
"One more to go Kendra. This one is going to be harder than the others, make sure you count it out as number six, otherwise it won't count."
And then it hit and she couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't speak. She finally got enough air in to say "Six, Sir" but it wasn't very loud and she hoped that was good enough. Her ass was literally on fire, and she was so horny, if he untied her right now she might rape him. And then she realized he was untying her feet and running the rope up over her shoulders. Before he untied her hands he said, "I'm going to tie you a different way so I can lay you on your back. Your shoulders have been like this long enough, so I need to put you in a different position. When I untie your hands I expect them to be placed in an X across your chest to help relax your shoulders until I am ready to tie them into their next position. Do you understand?"