Salvation

Okay, quick PSA, DO NOT use RotL to learn about proper BDSM techniques. There will be some huge no-no's in the following chapters. Jesse is new and doesn't know any better and Fiona is purposely omitting certain things to take on more pain and damage than she safely should. If you want to learn to use a flogger (and I highly recommend it if you can find someone who enjoys it) find the proper resources and people to teach you. RotL is, and always will be, fantastical fun.

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"It is more the wrist and the arm than the shoulder and the body." She says. "You want to make sure the ends or the very tips always land on first impact, you could wrap otherwise. You gotta control the ends."

You twirl it and swing it and give the mattress a few test strikes as Fiona talks you through the technique. She tells you how to control the tresses with your offhand between swings, she explains how spinning can be used, she warns you about impacting with the middle of the tresses, and other such things. You couldn't help but be reminded of back when Fiona taught you to drive. She had been patient with you then, understanding and forgiving of mistakes. You had some good laughs together and you were heartbroken when she told you the lessons were done. You remember as clear as day the look of pride in her face when you brought home your license and showed it to her. That was a good memory.

You are an attentive student and it is not long before you had a good grasp of basic flogging technique. The pair of you fall quiet as the impromptu lesson comes to an end. Time to get back to business. After the pleasant flashback however you had lost a bit of your thunder and you were determined to get it back.

You square up in front of her, her eyes are downcast just as they ought to be.

"****."

"Yes Master?"

"Do you remember the day the family secret was revealed to me?"

"Of course Sir."

"Do you recall the measurements and the race afterward?"

There is a slight pause. "Yes Sir."

"You were laughing I recall, something was quite funny to you."

She doesn't answer, her head bows lower.

"I remember...you saying...what was the word? Oh! Pathetic. That was the word you used?"

"Master..." She whispers.

"Was that the word?"

She hesitates before saying. "Yes Sir. But I was..."

Thwap! You bring the suede ends of the flogger and crack it across her left thigh. Within seconds stripes of pink appear across her pale skin.

"NNNGH!" Fiona flinches at the sudden impact.

"Say the word."

"Sir? Please..." Thwap! "Ah! Pathetic...pathetic."

"Do you wish to call me pathetic now?" Thwap! Across the other thigh.

"Ah!" She jolts, the chain from handcuffs clinking against the metal bed frame. "No! No Sir. You are not pathetic. I'm sorry, I never meant..." Thwap! "Nnngh!"

Now you were finding your fire again. It's not that you wanted to be angry, far from it, but you were still new to this and needed just that bit of grit to agitate your psyche into this role. Remembering Fiona's cruel insults had done the trick.

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!

Left and right, forehand and backhand, you swing the flogger with calm precision across her thighs and outer legs.

"Ah! NNGH! Ssss!" Fiona flinches to each stinging blow.

A grin grows on your face as you see and hear the results of your efforts.

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!

"AH!" Fiona yelps as the last one snaps hard into her tender inner thigh. You seize upon this and immediately come back to strike the other inner thigh with even more ****. Thwap! "AHH!" You are very careful to avoid her dick...you had plans for that and wanted it in perfect working order. It was already bruised from last nights fight, anything more and she might not be able to get hard.

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap! Leather meets flesh again and again. Fiona's legs must be on fire by now. She was beginning to become accustomed to the pain and did not cry out as before, though little grunts still issued forth. She held the bar above her head with both hands and occasionally you could see a tremble run through her long body. You spin the flogger like a propeller, as Fiona had taught you, and move it closer so that just the tips made contact with the glowing rose hued skin of her thigh. ...thwip.thwip.thwip.thwip.thwip... It hits with a rapid and regular succession that causes your sister to hiss through her clenched teeth.

"SHHHHHHmmmmm!"

All at once you stop and step up to her. Gliding your arm around her slender waist you pull in for a deep hard kiss. Her soft breasts press into your chest, your tongue plunges into her mouth. Pushing your rock hard boner against her your break the kiss and growl.

"Fuck you are a sexy bitch. You made me like this you fucking whore." You jab your cock against her. "You made your own brother want you. I'm so fucking hard for you slut. I can't wait to TAKE you like the brother fucking slut you are."

"Ohhhh fuck!" She sighs and tries to push forward.

With a swift backward step you let your whip hand fly once more, a brutal strike at an angle down her left thigh. THWAP!

"AHHH!"

"Filthy mouthed bitch! I told you not to swear near me!"

"I'm sorry! Sir..."

THWAP!

"AHHH!"

"You are mine and you will obey!" THWAP!

"MMMM! I will obey my Master!"

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!

"Ohhhhh!"

You flagellate your sister in silence for a few minutes. Just the smack of leather and the groans of Fiona audible in the room as you do your work. Thwap! "Uhh!" ...thwip.thwip.thwip... "Rrrmm!" THWAP! "AH!" She bears it a best she can but eventually her body begins to twist and pull against her bonds. Thwap! "Sah!" You drink it all in. The bleats of voluntary suffering and the writhing of her perfect body. It was ambrosia to your budding identity.

"How do you feel Fiona...being owned by your little brother? Being helpless? How does it feel knowing I'm going to use you anyway I want?"

She shudders as she whispers. "G-g-good. It feels...good."

"Louder."

"Good! It feels...good...Sir. It feels...right." Each admission was a revelation for her, pain bringing out only the truth now. "I...want it."

"Good." You smile. "You aren't quite the dominant you thought you were, are you my sister?"

She shakes her head. "No Sir."

You pause and reach up to stroke her soft hair. "I'm proud of you ****."

She blinks her eyes rapidly, holding back a tear perhaps. "Thank you Sir."

"I have a surprise for you my pet."

She almost glances up but catches herself. "Sir?"

Stepping to the side so as not to occlude the mirror you point to her reflection. From her waist to her knee her legs were aglow with an angry pink. Fiona looks up at herself, eyes focused on her rosy flesh.

There is a moment of quiet before she says in a hushed voice. "You...you...you took my sins." There is an air of awe in her tone. "Master. You took my sins!"

You smile proudly as she understood your gift to her. You run a hand very gently up her leg, you could only imagine what such tenderness must feel like hard on the heels of the pain you had inflicted. The cherry welts and rosy glow brought out by your flogging had erased the letters you had written on her with the red marker. Red on red, the words were effectively invisible.

Fiona lets out a gasp of...joy. Her smile lit up the room as she gazed at the miracle. "Thank you! Thank you Master! Ohhh thank you Master!"

"I love you ****."

Her head bows deeply, as if in shame. "I don't...deserve you."

"That is not your decision."

She nods in agreement. "Yes Sir."

Straightening up she stands again tall and proud, though her eyes always stay carefully averted downward, and eagerly readies herself for what was to come. Salvation was at hand for Fiona and you were her savior.