She went from warm to almost hot thinking of Kat, standing there, naked save for a simple pair of white cotton undies―her surprisingly big tits hanging as they always did, like a perfect pair of halved cantaloupes ("Wish mine looked like yours" Taja had said once. "Wish mine were as beautiful as yours" Kat had replied), nipples a Hello Kitty pink, strong Karate thighs in a perfect stance, as she stood strongly on the hardwood floor.

The strands of the flogger landed soft, gentle, on Taja's back and made a slow glide down to her ass and thighs―not an impact, a caress. The next was closer, but still wasn't quite a hit. The next after that was a hit, but only almost a suggestion of it.

The next, the next, and the next―the flogger's strands were soft, like butter, like a whisper in a loud room, but still heavy: their sensations drifted through Taja from their landings on her back rather than as a hammering into her. They were a soft thwack that transmitted a flush of heat and tension through her.

A few seconds later, though, they were definite, sure-fire hits: Kat worked her way up the flogging scale slowly, but surely. The strikes of the flogger were firm and hard, landing precisely where Kat aimed them: the sweet spot on Taja's back where all of her tensions hid.

Up and up and up. When the word pain actually crossed Taja's mind, Kat stopped as if she'd seen the word flash for a second on Taja's shoulders. The next was on her ass...

Kat was an artist with a flogger: it was her brush, her chisel―fuck she was just plain fucking good with one. She knew exactly where to hit, what to use, how to control it, when to stop, and when not to listen to "Please stop!"

With expert cruelty, Kat dropped and then heaved the flogger onto Taja's ass, hammering her big ol' cheeks with warmth and surges of pressure that went right into Taja's cunt and clit. With one impact she was suddenly aware she was wet and that her clit was starting to throb for attention.

Taja started to arc and twist under the silken hammer strokes, meeting and fleeing from the impacts. The word (pain) was starting to come to mind...then Kat stopped...