My First Flogging…

Oh, WOW!! I know it has been a very long time since I have had a chance to write on this blog, but recently I have been adopted by a new master. Well, I met him on Cragislist after I posted an ad. I got frustrated because I couldn’t find not ONE sane black man that was into Domestic Discipline. They all think I am some sex slave they can just fuck and make suck dick all night.

I needed a caring master that would punish me when I got out of line, but comfort me afterwards. Anyhow, we chatted for a bit and he even came over and we fucked here and there, but he never spanked me. I was OK with that.  I stopped talking for him for about two months because Hubby stated he wanted to work on the marriage but, after we got into a disagreement, I decided I would go on craigslist and find a master for the night, I posted my ad:

“Hello, Sir.
I recently discovered I am a masochist. If you’re a sadist, please respond. If you’re black, it’s a plus. Experience is a MUST. Looking to play tonight. You must host. Safe word is a MUST! No games. No chatting in person. Respond with “Your Master For The Night” in the title to be taken serious.”

Boy, did the replies flood in!! LOL I got all kinds of responses. But one stuck out… I saw his name… It was my New Master! He sent an email, not knowing it was me he said:

“I can host on the nw side of town.  What are your hard limits?  I’m looking to play asap”

My response:

“Really? LMBO”

“What’s so funny,” he replied.

“This… See attached… You wanna play with me?”

He then texts me, and expresses he will be at my home later and he says, “I’m bringing my flogger, FYI.” I shuddered… I had never been hit with one of those before. It was funny because he had just saw me earlier to pick up his watch that I had. When he saw me, he asked me questions because he knows I go days without eating sometimes because I never want to have to ask people for stuff… I know it’s not good for me to do that. He asked me if I needed help, I hesitated and said no to him.

I thought about all of this after he told me the flogger was with him. He texted back, told me to leave the key under the mat and I set him a guest security code. As I walked in the house, I showered and used my bath and body works. I wanted to smell good for him. Before falling asleep, I read a few articles about flogging and they reassured me that I would be fine.

I drifted off to sleep and then all of a sudden, I felt someone rub my back! He was here… He gently slid the covers off me and leaned into my ear. He said to me, “Are you awake?”

I rose up and said, “Yes.” He grabbed my left wrist and used that to move my palm to the head board. He then took my right hand and did the same. I didn’t have any panties on, so he slid my gown up to my waist and rubbed my buttocks. He then said with a threatening voice,

“Don’t you dare take you hands off that headboard! UNDERSTOOD!”


WHACK!! WHACK! WHACK! Right on my ass cheeks.

It didn’t hurt as bad as I thought it would. I felt the wind as he came down again, THUD! That one REALLY hurt.

“Why do you need a spanking,” He asks as he’s lighting my ass & thighs a fire… It stung sooo bad!!


“Wrong answer. Samantha, why do you need a spanking?”

The pain was starting to come. I felt like he wasn’t showing me any mercy! Then he hit the skin right between my ass and thigh. I took my hands off the headboard.

“Oh, you took your hands off and you haven’t answered me…” I was trying to answer but he was whipping me with that flogger, it hurt like hell!

“I have been bad!”

In the midst of all the licks he gave me, he kept asking me questions. I told him everything. It was almost like I felt like he actually missed me. He asked me why hadn’t I called him. then told me to spread my legs. Then I knew it was coming. I was laying on my stomach so I assumed he wouldn’t be able to hit my pussy… oh was I wrong. He hit it with just the tips of the flogger.

That hurt terribly. He did it like ten times. Then said, “do you remember the safe word?


“What is it?”


“Ok– Are your hands off that headboard?


“Just breath”, He said, “Breath! You’re doing good!”

By this time I was crying. In between every whack, thud and prick he was asking me questions and I kept incriminating myself over and over. Making my punishment worst. He told me I had too much pride. He told me this was for all the pride I had and that I was going to get rid of it. I admitted to him that I got back with Husband. He went harder.

“Spread them legs. NOW!”

He got her. My sweet little pussy was on fire.

” That nigga doesn’t care anything about you.” WHACK! ” He doesn’t love you” WHACK “You’re going to stop seeing him” WHACK

“TURNOVER on your back!”

He was fussing and hitting me. My Left nipple was on fire I kept squirming. I moved my hands off the head board. I didn’t notice it. I noticed he was hitting my stomach, pussy, breast, inner thighs merciless! I didn’t realized why. I opened my eyes, “CLOSE THEM!” He kept hitting me. Then..

“Are you ever going to put your hands back on the headboard?” I did ever so quickly.

“Do it again and you will get 10 HARD ones and I am showing you mercy right now so it’s worse than this. Keep your legs open, too. If not, you’ll get 5 hard ones right on your fat pussy!”

Whew! He was getting me and reprimanding me at the same time. I was crying! I couldn’t take it no more!


“Turn over on your stomach and let me know when you’re ready. As a matter of fact bury your head in the pillow and get on all fours and arch your back so I can see that pussy! Are you ready?”

The front of my body was still stinging. Although it hurt so bad, I knew I deserved it. Over spending, taking husband back and being prideful. I deserved every ounce of that flogging.

“Yes, I am ready”

WHAAAAACCCCKKKK! I fell on my stomach. The pain was unbearable. I cried. He got me right on my pussy. She was on FIIIIRRRREEE!!

“You’ll think twice next time you go without speaking to me! Turn over!”

He lifted my legs, “spread them apart! and hold your ankles in the air!” There I was in spread eagle, holding my own legs open for my sweetness to be tortured. He got me like 20 times. She was on fire. I thought I was bleeding, but I wasn’t just on fire.

“You like this flogger?”


“What else do you want your fat pussy hit with? My belt, hand?”

He then began smacking my pussy with his hand. I naturally closed my legs. He then opened them and began licking and sucking my clit. OMG, it felt so good after all of that. He went from side to side and up and down. Flicking my erect clit with his tongue. After about 10mins, I came and then he stopped. He held me like a baby. He left.

I slept so good that I was late for work. This morning he texted me:

HIM: You did good last night

ME: You think so? I felt like a cry baby.

HIM: You weren’t. You have to line up your emotions and you let the bad ones out. You did great.

ME: Ok

HIM: You got a lot out/off your chest. You needed it I think to be able to refocus yourself.

As I sit at my desk at work, my thighs, left nipple, back, arms, stomach are still burning a little. I think I learned a lesson. Although it was so painful, I am craving the flogger as I type this post. Should I call him again tonight to come?

I think I just got lucky!