The seat of the stool was only about a foot square, and I was forced to keep my hands and knees balanced on the tiny area, and not fall off while Benjamin gave my behind a hard flogging. From the corner of my eye, I thought I saw him laughing at my predicament, but just to prove to him that I could do it, I dug in with all my might and hung on. Sadly, all that hanging on made it impossible for me to experience any pleasure in the beating. Normally not a problem for a little pain-slut like me, but it takes some initial concentration on my part, which was impossible with all my attention focused on not falling off. By the time Benjamin finished, my skin was sore and burned and I wanted to scream.
I was especially careful, however, not to squeal or cry with Benjamin wielding the flogger, si
