I shoved him towards the Saint Andrews Cross and began to restrain his upper arms so that his back faced me. He held his hands up meekly. I restrained his ankles so that he stood there. I lightly ran a fingernail down his back, watching him shudder in response.
I walked over to the dresser. Brody's head whipped around, watching me wide-eyed. I decided to start slow, unsure of where his tolerance was. This was our first session so it wasn't like he was a regular client of mine. I grabbed a small leather flogger and strode back to him, lifting it high and using only a small amount of strength, struck him directly in his back. He arched his back and hissed, gritting his teeth.
"You're pathetic" I snarled "A weakling, a sorry excuse of a man" I continued, striking him again and again.
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