Slow Torture

It wasn't that Mr. Jones was was never sweet during love-making, but it wasn't the typical terms of their arrangement. Both of them could easily find others to provide gentle and romantic interludes.

However, this is not what Mandi sensed was actually occurring this evening with Mr. Jones. Rather, this felt like a slow torture that required significant buildup to be effective.

As if unaffected by her naked body, Mr. Jones continued the exploration of her body. Moving his hands further down her thighs and to her calves with a firm grip. He bent down gently bite her left thigh, just barely leaving a red mark at his release.

"Thank you Sir," Mandi gasped as his mouth moved to her right thigh and repeating the same action.

"Oh! Thank you Sir," she could hardly control her desire for more... attention.... pain... pleasure.

Mr. Jones was clearly aware of what his actions were doing to Mandi. He enjoyed watching her struggle under his careful and longing touch. He continued to massage her calves and he showered the inside of her legs with soft kisses from waist to toes.

He brought both his hands and mouth to her feet with an unrelenting fervor that gave Mandi the chills. Mandi closed her eyes, trying to savor the feeling of his hands and lips on her skin.

Suddenly a painful snap across the bottom of both feet caused her eyes to shoot open. With and evil grin Mr. Jones sat her feet with a simple crop in his hands. Releasing herself quickly, Mandi gasped a quick, "Thank you Sir," as he continued his advance.

*snap* (The crop swatting one her left thigh)

*snap* (and quickly landing in the same place on the right thigh)

"Mandi, have you forgotten yourself?" Mr. Jones coaxed.

"Thank you... thank you Sir!" Mandi was in an almost blissful pain.

With this confirmation, Mr. Jones continued.

*snap* (left side of Mandi's waist)

"Thank you Sir."

*snap* (right side of her waist)

"Thank you Sir."

This process continued up her body (skipping the most precious place) until his attentions reached her breasts.

Starting with the side of each breast he smacked gently on her breasts repeatedly, while going back or forth between the two. He hasn't provided space between the hits of the crop for Mandi to respond appropriately before landing the next quick blow. Mr. Jones worked quickly until reaching the nipple of the first breast and smacking it hard.

*Snap*

Tears slowly started to grace Mandi's eyes as she spoke, "Thank you Sir." Waiting just a moment before moving to the other side, Mr. Jones landed another quick hard blow.

*snap*

"Thank you Sir," Mandi's mind was lost in the moment.

Mr. Jones quietly ran the crop from her breasts down her stomach, landing on the beautiful heart of hair.

*snap*

"Thank you Sir," Mandi moaned as she arched to get him closer to her most intimate spot.

Suddenly, Mr. Jones began to hit the crop repeatedly at her clit.

*snap-snap-snap*

He was gentle, but unrelenting with each new smack. Mandi could feel her body nearing the edge with just the touch of the crop on her clit.

"Oh, please, Sir, may I come?" Mandi nearly begged after the slow torture she had endured.

"You may," Mr. Jones crooned as Mandi broke, whimpering as she came for him. She lied there as her heart beat slowed, while Mr. Jones stares at her.

"Thank you Sir," she finally managed to pant.

"Congratulations on your first book Mandi. I hope this gives you something good to write about in your next one," Mr. Jones laugher.