A Beating Love

The harsh sound of her whip matched the dark red mark where it had struck. A little moan came out but nothing more. (Of course, gagged with a rag, what could be said?) A little wince shown in the tightening of the ropes... She struck again, with a smile on her face. She loved this man, and beating him. He loved her, and her beating him. What a perfect match. Another hit with the whip and a bit of a 'battering' and it'd be a night. She struck him as hard as she could, this time bringing out a little blood. He was exausted after all the pulling at the ropes.

She untied his legs, then arms and shoved him on the ground. He lay motionless, still gagged. She kicked him hard in the stomache. He winced and balled. She made out the word "more" from his mouth. Again, she kicked as hard as possible. Again, he winced. She lifted him and tossed him on the bed. He was worn... too much so for usual pleasure... She kissed him on the forehead and undid the rag.

"Amazing hon!" he exclaimed. He leaned over and kissed her. "Better than ever in fact. Can't wait till next week!" He rolled over wearily. Next week was their aniversary of meeting. He'd get one hell of a beating, she had guarenteed him. Happily she rolled over and turned out the light.