Liquorice Whip

I have a tendency to get really turned on by impact toys that I am scared of. When I’m needing to have that hit of adrenalin, I often find myself exploring the ranges of several delicious purveyors of painful possibilities.

Recently, I upgraded my canes, and before I checked out, my eyes fell on an interesting implement called a liquorice whip.

I was so nervous about this whip that I didn’t tell Jaffa about it. Several orgasms and high on endorphins from cricket bats and canes, I showed him the treasure.

Soon, I was in the absolutely hottest circumstance to try it. He pulled me against his chest, held fast against him with my legs spread and held wide by his. One arm wrapped around me, holding me in the absolute security of his embrace, while the other flicked the thick rubber against my tender flesh. He knows how turned on I get when he beats me, and he worked that whip over my breasts, my thighs, especially my inner thighs and my cunt.

I didn’t realise the true intensity of this bruise until a few days later, when the sunshine picked out the absolute beauty of it. I can definitely confirm that I have a new craving for some exquisite pleasure courtesy of liquorice.