Ines lay across the hard wooden surface, her bare back exposed and vulnerable. A sense of dread mixed with anticipation coursed through her veins as she felt the cool leather flogger tip against her soft skin. She closed her eyes, steeling herself for the pain that was sure to come.
The first swipe of the flogger sent a shiver down her spine, followed by a sting that quickly turned into a burning sensation. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she refused to make a sound. She knew this was what she needed, craved even.
The pace of the flogger increased, each strike landing harder and more precise than the last. Ines' body arched involuntarily with each sensation, her breaths coming in short gasps. The pain was intense, yet oddly arousing. She could feel her wetness growing between her legs.
As the flogging continued, Ines couldn't help but gasp and moan, her body arching towards the sensation. A rush of pleasure coursed through her as she felt her orgasm building, the intensity of the flogging heightening every sensation.
