Stay!

Sunday morning. Shafts of light fell on our bed, waking me. Bina kept sleeping peacefully. Drowsy, I hurried to the bathroom. Bina moved.
“Stay …”
“I’ll be back in a minute,” I whispered.

When I returned, Bina was wide awake.
“I said: stay,” she murmured. For a second, I wasn’t sure if she really was mad, but then, Bina smiled. “Come back to bed.”
I cuddled up to Bina, but after a minute, she pushed me away.
“Face the wall, kneel, and put your hands on the headboard,” she commanded.
A tingling sensation ran through my body. My yoni clenched once. I did as she instructed.
“And now: stay,” she added, smiling. “Don’t move. At all. Keep your eyes fixed to the wall. Keep your hands on the headboard. Don’t move your legs.”
My knees started to tremble in anticipation. She kissed my ears, my neck, my shoulders. I moaned and my knees budged a bit. A sharp slap fell on my tush and I squeaked.
“Don’t move! Don’t let me repeat myself again.”
I secretly smiled. I felt my core contracting. She squeezed my bottom, spanked me again. I sighed, but kept my posture. Bina kept kissing my neck and shoulders. I felt her hands stroking my thighs, crawling towards my vulva, but not touching it—yet. I concentrated on my posture, but the moment Bina touched my yoni, my knees slightly moved. Pain again! And again! She used the crop now, with her right hand, while she caressed my clitoris. I tried to stay as she had instructed, but I couldn’t do it anymore. Every time she touched my vulva, I lost my posture and the crop landed on my butt. I sighed. I moaned. I felt my core moisten.
Bina stopped touching me. I felt her breath on my neck, I heard her moaning and sighing. Was she touching herself? The thought aroused me even more, I arched my back. Pain rushed through my body when the crop hit again.
“Don’t think I don’t see it now, Fi,” she chuckled.
Another blow with the crop. Bina’s breathing quickened. I wished I could look at her now. At her beauty. But I patiently waited.
When she came, she sighed and pressed her hot body against mine. I quivered—and was immediately punished with the crop. Did she hold it the entire time?
She grabbed my hair and pulled my head down.
“You can’t help it, can you?”
Another blow with the crop. With a moistened hand, she stroked my sweet spot. I moaned, but kept still. She barely touched me, but these tiny strokes stimulated me even more. Pain again! I was sure I didn’t move. Bina’s chuckle confirmed that I didn’t.
I suddenly felt the vibrating conch at my vulva and I immediately climaxed. I felt my blood rushing through my veins. I let out a sigh and my body sank onto the mattress.

Bina laid herself next to me and we snuggled against each other. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and we had a wonderful day ahead of us.