He starts off with a few gentle swipes; the leather tails of the duster flogger deliver such a delicious thud that I am instantly pushing my bottom up asking for more. It is the early evening but the heat of the day has not dissipated at all if anything it feels hotter now than at any other time of the day. All the windows at the front are wide open and I giggle as I see the neighbour walking down his path putting his bins out.

“What you giggling at?”

“Look” and I point out the window

He chuckles too and waits a few moments to hear their front door shut before resuming.

The flogger feels good, hard and unforgiving. It makes the most beautiful thwacking sound every time it meets with the supple flesh on my bottom. The neighbour is now most definitely forgotten as he starts to bring the flogger down harder and harder. With each strike of the leather I can feel my skin growing warmer. I glance back over my shoulder at him, the sweat sits upon his brow and I can see his hair clinging slightly to his head. This weather makes me hot and relaxed but it makes him uncomfortable and sweaty but right now he doesn’t seem to care. All his concentration is on me, on us.

It doesn’t go on that long, time is not on our side what with it being school holidays but it goes on long enough that when he stops and brushes his finger tips over my rosy bottom my skin tingles beneath his touch and I let us a soft little whimper. I want more, he wants more.

“Stand up” he says

He heads across the room to the dining table and beckons me to follow. When I get there I see the metal cuffs laid out ready.

He fastens each one to my wrists and then the attaches the chain between them so that my arms are now secured behind my back. He tugs on the skirt of my dress pulling it up until he reveals my blushing pink bottom to him. As the ice-cold chain grazes against the glowing heat of my arse I let out a little moan. The contrast makes my nipple tighten as a little shiver spreads up my spine.

I know he is looking at me, admiring his handy work. I can feel his eyes on me and I stand and wait for what I know will come next because as far as he is concerned the best blow jobs are those given with my hands firmly tied behind her back

“Turn around”

He starts to unbutton his fly but then stops and leads me out into the garden

“It is too damn hot in here” he mumbles

The chain rubs against the sore flesh of bottom as I walk. The metal doesn’t seem to have warmed at all and my skin has definitely not cooled.

He picks a spot on the grass where the neighbour can’t see unless they stand on a chair and lean right over.

“You know what I want slut” he whispers as he pulls out his dick

And he is right, I do know exactly what he wants….

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