In this position I could not see my Mistress. I could only feel the tip of the leather crop as it moved lightly over my body, caressing my bare back and bottom. My Mistress began to flick the crop at my bottom and the backs of my upper thighs using light tapping strokes that left a sharp stinging sensation that was painful but sensual. My skin started to feel hot and I squirmed at each flick and struggled not to drop my hands or move out of position. I fought the urge to rub away the pain and trembling forced myself to stand still and keep my hands clasped tightly behind my head like a good obedient slave girl that I so desired to be for my Mistress. .....