BDSM Short Story

You get home and I'm in the room on the floor on my knees; legs spread apart, nothing on but panties, hands clutched behind my back, looking at the floor. You come in and begin to run the riding crop up and down my body slapping me in various places. You place the riding crop under my chin, forcing me to look up at you. "Stand up" you command. I do not hesitate. "Legs apart." I do as im told and you agonizingly take off my panties, kissing your way down my legs. Then you connect the shackles on the either end of a spreader bar to both of my ankles. Im then blindfolded. "Hands on your head" you say. They're connected at the wrists and by a rope to the ceiling, but my feet never leave the floor. You start to flog me and with every stroke I say "thank you sir, thank you sir" all of a sudden you become more sensual, you walk around to the front of me and grasping me by the hips taking in all of me. You pull me into an embrace so close I'm almost flush against you.