The whoosh of the whip before it strikes her skin is exquisite. And the sound of the leather as it meets flesh makes his cock ache. The cry in her voice as she feels the sting makes him harder than any other type of foreplay.

The way she purrs when he bends her over his knee makes his shaft twitch. Then the sound of his bare hand striking her crimson ass makes his balls tighten.

And when her soft voice pleads, barely above a whisper, “Ten, thank you, my Sir, may I have another?” he knows he’s about to explode.