His Kitten

He guides me with the lead, helping me lower to my knees.

“I want you on all fours. If you jump, I will use the crop on you, Kitten. Do you understand?”

Nodding, I understand, and then I remember I need to speak. “I understand, Daddy.” Smiling, the tears fall from my eyes while his hand strokes my back.

“Good.”

His hand continues to stroke my back. Lifting away from the skin, nothing is touching me. Suddenly, something frozen touches my back and I jump in response. The sting of the crop hitting across my back where the ice was, tells me he noticed. 

The Ice slides up my back to my shoulder. My body shivers and jumps from the sensation. The ice is removed and the sting of the crop makes me jump as it hits my shoulder. My body relaxes even more, the ice no longer on my skin, his hand stroking my back. Suddenly, the ice touches my nipple.

Jumping, I yelp from the coldness. The crop hits my nipple twice. Relaxing, I try to stop myself