My nipples hardened, and I wasn’t sure if it was from fright or from one of my sexual fantasies. I’d never told anyone, but I’d always fancied that I’d like to be whipped or smacked. Now it was going to happen, and I wondered how it would feel.
A quick flick over my breasts brought a sharp stinging sensation where the tiny tails touched. Another slap, a bit harder, and it was like hot little pokers scorching my skin. Then a few more and a few more. Bethany was quite good at this, and I delighted in this new experience.
Then she was flicking it over my thighs, very close to my pussy. I pulled back, scared she’d miss her mark. Closer and closer she got until it was as though pins were pricking me, and then she flicked it hard on my pussy.
“Hey,” I screamed, “that hurt.”