My Master asked me to write him a story. The truth is that I find it hard to write; it doesn't come naturally to me, but sometimes an idea comes to mind. I hope this is the moment, so I can take the opportunity to write the story he asked for, and in passing, if he wants, a fantasy that I can fulfill and that he likes.

We had agreed to meet at our usual spot, in the forest at night. My Master particularly enjoys whipping, and he is also very skilled at handling a whip, of any kind. I like to please my Master, as is normal for my submissive side, although whipping is something I have never liked much. Since it is what my Master enjoys the most, I have to give it to him.

It had been a while since we last met, and I was out of practice, but anything to please my Master. When Master arrived, I was already waiting for him as is customary, with my head down, waiting for his orders.

He commanded me to take off my clothes and remain naked. It was already mid-March, so it was cold, but I took off my clothes without saying a word and put them in a trash bag I had brought for such occasions. I handed him my whip; it is not like his; mine is homemade, made from a wheel cover and cut into thin strips, resembling a cat o'nine tails. It is painful but leaves fewer marks, and I have a problem with marks, as I am married and can't return home with visible marks or too many marks in more hidden places.

We ventured a little deeper into the woods, enough to be away from any prying eyes; it was almost dark already, so there was enough privacy. Once we reached the right spot, my Master tied my hands to two nearby trees, and there I remained, tied in a cross, in the dark, feeling cold and nervous, waiting for whatever was going to happen.

Master took the whip and began to whip me hard on my back and ass. He measured the blows very well, both the force (quite strong) and the rhythm—fast, but not so fast that I didn't fully feel the effects of each lash.

I don't have much endurance for whipping, but there was little I could do in that situation except suffer each lash and wait for the next. I lost track of time and the number of lashes; my entire body trembled from the punishment when Master stopped. I kept trembling, my back and ass were burning. After a moment, he positioned himself behind me again but this time he whipped from bottom to top, forcefully, between my legs, targeting my penis and my balls, while also hitting the inner part of my ass. Each hit felt like pins in my parts; luckily, Master, always severe but knowing what he was doing, didn't hit as hard as on my back, but found just the right strength for each strike to my parts to be a strong punishment.

After a while of whipping that way, he stopped and positioned himself in front of me, starting to whip again, sometimes from bottom to top between my legs, and other times from top to bottom on my penis. The punishment was very strong, and ther...