His fingers trace down from my cheek, a light touch that glides over my arms. Words almost as soft as the caress on my wrists. "You are so beautiful." Even after all these years my cheeks heat at the reverence in his voice.

The shackles snap shut, the metal cool on my wrists. A tug and I shuffle forth on my knees until I sense the edge of the bed. My elbow is grasped in a steadying grip, I rise from the bed with minimal effort following his lead forward.

He grabs hold of my wrists, the warmth of his hands on my skin the only thing on my mind as I meekly follow. We stop and he swings in behind me, his shirt lies forgotten somewhere as I feel his bare chest against my back. I lean back against him, somewhere far away in the distance I hear a metallic click.

He steps away and I try to follow, I manage a step before the shackles snap taut. I try to pull away, shaking my wrists to and fro but there is no escape from the chain holding me captive. He chuckles behind me and I throw my fiercest glare. It takes a second before I remember the blindfold that obscures it from him. Sticking my tongue out will just have to be a substitute.

He moves quickly, one instant I'm still sticking out my tongue in indignation. The next he has it captured between his fingers with his other hand on my throat. His voice a rumble in my ear that stills my croak.

"And here I thought you were going to be a good girl for me."

A soft squeeze to my throat holds any sound I was going to make at bay. Yet I'm not deterred, his fingers on my tongue slacken. Thinking quickly, I seize the opportunity to roll my tongue around them. He stills and I can feel his attention as I mimic a favorite pattern of his on the digits in my mouth.

With what I am sure is a rueful sigh, he withdraws away from me. I might be captured and nearly naked but that can't stop the triumph that glows inside. The gentle caress of something across my skin does though.

There is a slight roughness to it, several thin strips of something dance across my lower back. It tickles my cheeks as I try to puzzle it out. I manage to hold back a groan as I finally recognise the feel of it.

Yet something must have slipped out because his voice sounds clear.

"You know this, don't you? An old friend that's come to say hello." The tone to his words enough for me to imagine the grin he wears.

The tassels of the flogger dance against me once more. Slowly they make their way up to my shoulders, I bite my lip as they tickle the back of my neck. The back and forth movement makes it harder to keep my giggles inside.

Suddenly they're gone, quick as a flash I feel a sting on my right butt cheek. I let out a sharp gasp while he laughs.

"Guess you recognize it now."

If I weren't tied up I would be squeezing a precious part of his right now. But as it is, I have no choice but to endure this merciless treatment. I lean forward, pushing my behind out to give on easy target. My feet somewhat apart and I'm ready.

The first ones start out softly, gentle flicks against my skin. Barely worth noticing on their own. The multitude of them feel as little pinpricks that grow harsher with each new strike. He pauses and it takes a moment to realise that I'm holding my breath, my body braced for the next strike.

With effort I force myself to breathe. He caresses my bottom and I slowly manage to relax. Pressing in close to me, he plants a kiss on my temple. A quick murmur of "Good girl," against my hair makes me flush at the praise.

The next set is slow but harder. Each strike leaves a deep sting. It doesn't take long for me to squeak. l yelp at a particularly harsh strike.

I breathe deeply, blinking back tears when his hands settle on my cheeks. He rubs and massages my bottom, a moan slips out as he kneads the fleshy globes.

He presses a kiss to each of my cheeks before he slowly peels off my panties. All the way down to my ankles. He takes each in hand to help me step out of the sodden panties before he locks my ankles in place with a bar. I hear him inhale deeply and I flush as I think about the drenched spot in them.

When he returns to me, he holds something much harder to my skin. Thin and light but with a vicious edge when used right.

The bamboo strip taps lightly against me while he speaks. "Count down from five. Can you do that for me, baby?"

A shiver passes through me, I swallow down my nerves and prepare myself, uttering a meek. "Yes, Sir."

He continues to absentmindedly tap the strip against me. Until one tap changes to a vicious sting that makes me cry out.

"Five!"

A series of taps precede each of the strikes. Each one sharper than the last, my voice becomes more strained as I count down. Until I finally let out a scream at the last.

I'm left with shaky breaths while he caresses my behind. His hand dips lower and lower, I let out a moan when his fingers brush over my clit. His digits stroke between my lips, I pull down on the chain to keep steady.

My voice a needy plea while he continues to toy with me. "Please, Sir, put them in."