She remained strapped to the cross, her thighs quivering and a whimper trickling from her lips. At the table behind her, I took up a soft flogger. The handle was chocolate brown, the tongues black and gold. I moved back around to the front and started gently slapping at her thighs. She tensed at first, drawing in a hiss of breath, but then eased into the action.

I swiped across her legs and calves, then up to her stomach and over her chest. She particularly enjoyed having her chest lightly flogged, arching her back and biting her lip. After a few passes with the soft strikes I started swinging harder.