He brought the flogger down on my chest. It wasn't a hard slap, but a series of sharp, stinging bites. I cried out, more from surprise than pain. He did it again, on my stomach, my thighs. The feeling was strange, a hot, prickling sensation that spread across my skin. It hurt, but it also felt good.
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