Kink of the Week: Flogging

Flogging, or in my case being flogged, is not what I’d call an actual kink of mine. I don’t need it or crave it, although I certainly enjoy when he brings out the flogger. It’s never a set idea, unlike the crops or other toys, but rather a surprise for me, and a lead-in to playing kinky for the night. It’s also one of the few items we have that I use on him to tease and get him aroused.

For our first real flogger, I bought  one which had soft, white, faux fur falls mixed with black suede falls. It was absolutely lovely, and not really intimidating at all, although it could sting a bit.  It’s one of the few floggers we own, and it’s still a favorite. I love being tied down, legs spread, and completely naked, and having my husband run the flogger up and down my body. He’ll start slowly, and it gives me chills as he caresses my skin with the flogger, trailing the falls down my back and ass, over my thighs and the backs of my knees, and then down to tickle my feet. It feels delicious. It’s sensual, and the light touches get me wet as I wait for more.

I love when he cuffs my wrists to the bar over the door and spreads my legs wide before gently hitting me with the flogger.   I love how it feels, whether he’s gently striking my back and ass or using a bit more force. It rarely leaves a mark, but it feels so good.

I don’t care for being flogged on my breasts or stomach, but I love the feel of the falls on my back, my ass, and even when they gently hit between my legs. I’m thinking we may have to put it to use tonight…