I could honestly say that I'd learned so much about myself over the last few months. Killian had brought out a side in me that I'd never experienced before. A lusty version that could take pleasure in being teased and tormented, even on stage before an audience because there was no denying the fact that I was already getting wet in my panties just from him hitting me.
I couldn't see him of course, blindfolded and facing away, but I could imagine the look on his face. Intense and concentrating, his posture perfect while he flicked his wrist and hit me with whatever it was he was using.
There were so many things it could be, but of course he'd have the proper form. He always did, and I had to admire his dedication to his craft.
Judging from the energy from the audience, they admired it, too.
I'd seen him do this to other women, and it was heady and exhilarating being the one he was doing it to now. Maybe I did have something of an exhibition kink, which was news to me and made my cheeks flush darkly.
Thank goodness no one could see my face.
"Pet," Killian called, getting my attention.
I tipped my head to the side, indicating I was listening.
"Do you know what I'm hitting you with?" he asked.
I shook my head and he flicked his wrist, making the implement snap against my ass again.
"Use your words, darling," he said, and there was a low threat in his tone that made me shiver.
I knew how I was supposed to address him when we were acting in this capacity, and I was too into it to disobey. "No, sir," I murmured, and the crowd echoed an excited murmur back at me.
They were eating it up, clearly.
I could imagine Killian's self-satisfied smirk.
"It's called a dragon's tail," he said. "It's a bit like a whip, but not quite. Describe what it feels like."
It lashed out hitting me again, and there was that sharp sting that turned into almost a burn.
"Like fire," I answered without really thinking.
Killian chuckled, and it was a touchable sound, passing over my skin like velvet. "That's not bad, actually," he said. "It's not quite like a whip." I knew he was addressing the gathered crowd then. He went on to explain the differences between the two implements, and I tried to picture what something called a dragon's tail might look like.
All that was popping into my head was any number of inappropriately shaped sex toys, so I resigned myself to figuring it out once the blindfold was removed.
"You're only striking with the tip," Killian continued. "It takes a deft flick of the wrist. Like so."
He demonstrated, and I braced myself. The sharp first bit caught me off guard always, but the settling pain after it was starting to feel good, and my body felt warm even in the chill air around us.
I moaned and dipped my head down, taking several deep breaths to try to keep a hold on myself.
It was easy enough to slip off into that hazy space where I'd let Killian do almost anything he wanted to me when we were alone, but I didn't know how I felt about it when there was an audience.
"See how well she takes it?" Killian kept talking, hitting me harder and faster. "See how she's learned to anticipate the first part and leans into the second? Pain is a useful tool for many reasons. It can inspire obedience, it can convey displeasure, and it can build pleasure. Isn't that so, pet?"
I swallowed hard before I could find my voice, and Killian hit me again. "Ah!" I cried. "Y-yes, sir."
"Good girl."
The crowd was murmuring their pleasure at the sight, and Killian kept going, using the dragon's tail until my ass felt on fire with pain, and I knew it was going to be red and bruised even through my panties.
And then I heard him put it down and come over to me. His hands gripped my ass, and I jumped, both in surprise and at the added pain when he squeezed my cheeks.
"How are you doing?" he asked, but his voice was pitched low, a mere whisper for my ears only.
I licked my lips and pressed back into his hold, enjoying the touch even if it did hurt.
"I'm okay," I whispered back.
"Good." He stroked a hand down my back and then smacked my ass hard with his flat palm. "Because we aren't done yet."
The promise in his tone made me whimper softly, but I was definitely eager for more.
He stayed where he was, half bent over my body, hands on me, and he started spanking me hard with his hand.
There was some insulation from the pain from the layer of my underwear, but on top of the ache from the dragon's tail, the hand spanking hurt more than it would have ordinarily.
Killian wasn't going easy on me. He'd said he wouldn't be, but I could get him to ease up by calling yellow if I needed him to. There was no shame in that.
I was once again struck by the organization and care that went into scenes like this, and I could admire how people who were really into this lifestyle took care of each other.
I certainly felt taken care of, and I didn't consider myself to be deep into it yet.
But I didn't want him to ease up. Every hard hit, from the sound it made to the ripple of ache it sent through me was just working me up more, and there was a chorus of moans and little pleas, and it took a moment for me to realize I was the one making those sounds.
I was more into it than I'd expected, apparently.
Killian's back was to the crowd now, but he kept talking to them, explaining what he was doing, telling them how it made me react.
His words were blending together in the back
