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Birthday Riding Crop Whipping!

I received a surprise special invitation over the telephone from my dominatrix lady friend on my birthday. Mistress Xena and her husband agreed that my birthday would not be complete without a proper birthday whipping. Xena was a beautiful blue eyed blonde with perfect melon size breasts with cone shaped suckable nipples that I personally have enjoyed sucking. I also had the pleasure of servicing her ***** several times after intense erotic BDSM sessions.

Knowing how hard Mistress Xena whips made me hesitate when she invited me over for the birthday whipping. Sensing this, Xena reminding me that I was still her slave and that I had no choice in the matter demanding I come over this afternoon. Her voice got a little harsher over the phone reprimanding me for my insolence. Because of this Xena promised that the punishment would be double in intensity. Xena also demanded I bring my video camera so her husband could tape all the action.

Xena demanded that I should bring my own riding crop so that every time I look at it the memory of the whipping will be seared into my brain. A riding crop is used for correcting horses and it is designed for whipping a large animal over 800 pounds. A human being is too frail to take the full brunt force of the crop. Riding horses for several years I learned and understood the use of a crop. A powerful horse cowers and respects the sting of the crop. A slave definitely knows that a riding crop can deliver you to the gates of hell.

Xena also told me that her husband would be a videotaping the whipping and that I would definitely get a copy for posterity. Xena promised that she was definitely going to make this a memorable event. She also promised that my blistered bottom would never be the same. Mistress Xena told me to come over that afternoon at 2:00 PM sharp slamming down the phone a little perturbed from my obstinacy.

I had several riding crops to choose from so I actually selecting my favorite one which I knew would be the most painful. The main shaft was made of thick fiberglass 10 times more powerful than a flimsy cane making it easier to inflict welts across both cheeks with a quick flick of the wrist. The only redeeming factor was that it had two pieces of flat leather rounded off on the ends that would buffer the blows. My hands were actually shaking as I held my crop knowing the painful blows I would have to endure.

Before going over to Mistress Xena's house I made sure that I was squeaky clean by taking a shower. I was actually terrified of getting such a hard birthday whipping since I was already 45 years old. 45 licks from a riding crop was quite a harsh whipping. I also knew that Mistress Xena was not going to hold back on the intensity. I actually look at my smooth bottom telling myself that in just a few hours it would be nastily blemished with welts from the crop.

Finally I got the courage to drive over to Xena’s house knowing the inevitable was about to happen. Grabbing my riding crop and video camera from the backseat I nervously walked up to the front door and knocked. Mistress Xena opened the door dressed in leather and chains looking quite stunning. Pulling the riding crop from my hand she immediately gave it a few strokes overhead quite satisfied that the crop was definitely going to teach me a lesson. Xena’s slavehusband who was completely naked took the camera. Xena invited me to get completely undressed ordering me to neatly fold my clothes and leave them by the door.

Being totally naked in front of a mistress dressed in leather who is impatiently holding your riding crop with a big smile on her face knowing she is about to give me a beating is quite frightening. Mistress Xena was sitting in her mistress chair playing with a crop as I walked into the living room. Ordering me to drop to my knees bowing down before her so that I could kiss her feet I quickly obeyed. Falling to my knees I began kissing her leather boots as she began teasing my face with the head of the crop. Her slave was already videotaping the action.

Xena had a special place for me in her feelings for me. Treating me as a close personal friend rather than a client she extended certain privileges that were more intimate than a paying customer. She even made her husband jealous of times showing her emotional ties. Even though we never had intercourse when a woman gives you permission to satisfy her ***** orally there is a bonding between a mistress and slave. On your first session her husband actually filmed us French kissing and later on Mistress Xena teased me by ************ me close to ******. Then to my astonishment Xena strapped on and 8 inch ***** ******* me on the floor right in front of her husband who was still videotaping until she had an ******. I was sure that was more than enough to make him jealous.

I actually liked her husband and considered him a friend. Both of us actually participated in several sessions together suffering severe whippings. Her husband was blessed with huge a **** and the ability to last forever before coming. I watched him several times screw women to ****** without releasing a single ***** cell. He was one of the few men I was actually attracted to and if Xena would have asked I would have allowed him to have sex with me. Truthfully I think Xena actually wanted us to do each other in the privacy of her dungeon.

But today it was all about giving me a well-deserved birthday whipping. I continued to kissing and licking my way up Xena’s legs stopping right before her *****. Pulling me into her arms we started deeply French kissing. Being the dominant of course she pushed her tongue into my mouth tickling the roof for just a tease. Breaking the kiss she started rubbing the head of the crop all around my lips forcing me to kiss and lick it getting it nice and wet. I learn the hard way in just a few minutes that wet leather stings more. Mistress Xena stood up grabbed my ponytail and led me over to the center of the room where two chains with leather cuffs were hanging.

Ordering me to stand up she quickly handcuffed my wrists pulling the chains until I was almost on my toes. Quickly she produced a spreader bar cuffing my ankles spreading my legs wide making me quite vulnerable. In this position she could do anything she wished and there would be nothing I could do to protect myself. We had already agreed over the phone that Mistress Xena could whip me as hard as she wished. I was actually quite shaken so to break the ice Xena started kissing me and stroking my **** at the same time to take my mind off the whipping. As soon as I started getting hard she stopped not wanting me to ****** before the whipping. Since this whipping was for my birthday Xena desired that I’d be as excited as possible keeping the pleasures sensors in my brain working during the whipping.

Making sure that her husband was still videotaping Xena strolled behind me and began teasing me by rubbing the head of the crop all over my back, ***, and thighs reminding me that quite soon my flesh would be burning and I would be begging for mercy. Reminding me that I was about to get 45 licks and that she was going to deliver them in sets of 10. Telling me that she would enjoy hearing my useless cries since the living room was sound proof to the street outside.

The spreader bar made it almost impossible to stand properly keeping me painfully on my toes. I literally hung from the chains which were making my arms begin to tingle from poor circulation as I started shaking in anticipation of the painful blows. This was going to be the first BDSM full strength whipping Xena had ever given me which was by her request. She wanted to show her husband that she had no partiality towards me when it came to giving out pain. She felt this would be a cure for his jealousy.

The first blow struck me across both of my bare cheeks burning like fire causing my entire body to struggle in the chains. As I continued crying out for the first blow Xena delivered several more of welts above and below the same spot. With my heart already racing my breathing was erratic from crying out. Because she didn’t keep any type of rhythm I never knew when I was going to get struck which was exactly what Xena wanted. I was definitely at her mercy. This beautiful blonde dominatrix who kisses like an angel stroking my **** with silken hands was now showing me her dark side ruthlessly searing my bare flesh as if I was an untamed stallion.

The whipping put me into an altered state were the only thing I could think about was the never ending pain. After the fifth lick I was crying out like a girl squealing after every searing welt she laid down. Xena give me no extra time between blows which caused me to continuously cry out during the whipping. Halfway through the whipping after 20 blows I was quite shaken and lost my footing. The spreader bar was causing my knees to buckle and shake from the whipping. Not very happy Xena did show some mercy and removed the spreader bar chaining my ankles together instead.

Because of the offensive break Xena promised that the rest of the blows would be even more painful. I still had 25 more licks. While totally frightened and my heart pounding of my chest she continued the whipping. By now of the corner of my eye I could see that her husband was quite satisfied that I was being punished much to his satisfaction. I actually felt I deserved every last lick especially eating his wife’s *****. He didn’t know it but I would have even sucked his **** after the whipping if Xena asked.

With all the chains pulled tight Xena resumed her position behind me. The hair on the back of my neck rose scaring me as I sensed her drawing my riding crop high in the air making ready for the next blow. I cringed as I felt the crop searing the center of my cheeks causing them to immediately blister. Knowing now that Xena was not going to hold back made me even more afraid to endure the rest of the licks. This time my cries were even louder because now I was getting stripes on stripes crisscrossing my ***. This seemed to turn Xena on knowing she was causing me more pain.

By now I was regretting volunteering for my birthday whipping yet both Xena and her husband were definitely enjoying the experience. The sadistic side of Xena was finally showing her nasty self because she definitely refused to show any mercy at all striking me even more intensely. When she finally struck the 40th blow I thought I was going to pass out. With tears in my eyes gagging for a breath of fresh air, my asscheeks and sensitive thighs were burning with red welts.

Announcing to her husband that there was only five more left he moved behind me with a camera to make sure he filmed every last blow. Xena promised me that the last five would be the hardest counting them out one by one. This last part of the whipping was even more painful than the last 40 licks. Constantly crying out from the blows I was still flinching long afterwards as if I was still being whipped. Satisfied that I had suffered under her wrath Xena finally let me free loosening the cuffs on my wrists and ankles. Weakened from the beating I could hardly stand up falling to my knees before Mistress Xena hugging her legs thanking her for finally stopping the whipping.

Demanding I rise to my feet she grabbed my **** squeezing as hard as she could and gave me a long passionate French kiss. ************ me as she kissed working me almost to squirting all over the both of us Xena suddenly stopped. Pointing to the door she ordered me to get dressed and leave immediately. I quickly obeyed wondering what I had done wrong. Walking me to the door she gave me a wink telling me she would call as soon as I got home.

My *** hurt so bad I could hardly sit it in the seat driving home. As soon as I opened the door I heard the phone ringing so I quickly answered it. Not to my surprise it was Mistress Xena asking me how my sore has felt. I honestly told her that I was quite shaken and that it probably would take several weeks to heal completely. Giggling she apologized telling me she did it for her husband sake but tonight she was going to pay him back double giving him the whipping of his life.

Xena promised we would get together soon alone without the riding crop of course for more intimate fun!








magic7 magic7 61-65, M 1 Response Oct 20, 2012

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My owner/wife received and equestrian degree in college and has a couple riding crops. She uses them on me regularly, of which I am very grateful.

I also had a lady that used a dressage whip on me which is even more painful. She was in my Mission story! I will have to write more about that too. i think the crop is the most painful way to me whipped!

I do not know the difference between the types. There is one that is longer and has a piece of leather about one inch wide folded in half at the end. That one hurts. She has a shorter one that has what I can best describe as an approximately 3 inch long stiffened string on the end. That really stings, it is like a whip. I get huge welts on my backside from that one. But I have to admit they are all deserved and I love my owner/wife for loving me enough to use those on me.