His Scottish Pet: Dom of the Ages by Red Phoenix

kissed?”
    She shook her head and looked away.
    “Would you like to try again?”
    Buchanan nodded shyly.
    “A kiss is an exchange, pet. I explore you as you explore me.”
    She turned back to him and tilted her head upwards. His mouth landed on hers again, Buchanan’s lips parting willingly for him this time. His tongue grazed her teeth before he tasted more of her. He retreated and was rewarded with her tongue tentatively entering his mouth.
    He let her explore him before grasping the back of her neck and darting in more assertively. She moaned, melting into his arms. He held himself back, teasing her, but not invading. That would come later.
    This time when he broke away, she sighed contentedly.
    He smiled and brushed back the hair from her eyes. “That was nice.”
    “Aye… yes,” she said, blushing a lovely shade of pink.
    “I want to show you something,” he said smoothly, taking down the flogger from the wall and holding it out to her.
    She stared at it with a mixture of anticipation and fear.
    “Feel how soft the leather is,” he instructed, taking her hand and placing it on the tails of the whip.
    She played with a strand of leather between her two fingers and smiled up at him. “It is soft, Master Leon.”
    He bent down and kissed her again. “From now on, you will simply call me Master, pet.”
    She beamed. “Yes, Master.”
    He held up the flogger, letting the tails swing lazily in the air. “This can be used in several different ways. As a gentle caress, a stimulator, or as punishment.”
    He swung it in a flowing eight pattern, hitting a post nearby so she could see the action. “The slower I swing it, the softer the impact. If I want to provide a little more sensation I increase the speed and flick the wrist.” The tails smacked against the post with a resounding thud. “I am always in control and decide the strength of the contact. It does mean you must trust me.”
    “I do , Master L… Master,” she said earnestly.
    “Today, this will only caress your body.” He laid the flogger on her shoulder, letting her get used to the idea that it would soon be touching her bare skin. Ryce ran his hands seductively down her back and over her buttocks. She was still too thin, but she’d filled out enough for today’s lesson.
    “I want you to hold the flogger while I undress you,” he instructed. He took the flogger from her shoulder and placed the handle in her right hand. It would help her to focus, having to hold the instrument of her imminent pleasure. He slowly undid the ties in the back and lifted the tartan over her head carefully, so she would not drop the flogger.
    He lifted off the simple dress next and heard a soft intake of breath as he took in her naked chest. Her breasts were small, the areolas a rosy shade of pink and contracted into tight, hard buds, her body announcing how nervous she was.
    “You’re lovely,” he murmured, caressing her shoulders as he kissed her neck lightly.
    He moved his lips up to her mouth as his hands moved lower and brushed her taut nipples. She whimpered, so he automatically asked, “Are we fine, pet?”
    “Yes, Master.”
    He began lightly manipulating her breasts as he continued his attention on her mouth. Ryce heard the flogger hit the wooden floor. He pulled back, hiding his amusement with a frown. “Did I not tell you to hold the flogger?”
    She scrambled to pick it up and looked at him anxiously. He took it from her and brushed it off, although the floor was clean. “You must treat my tools with respect.”
    “I’m soiry.”
    “Sorry,” he corrected.
    “I’m sorry, Master.”
    “I accept your apology, because I trust it won’t happen again.” He handed it back to her and commanded her to turn away from him. He pulled down her last remaining piece of clothing, leaving her completely exposed. Her ass was tiny, but shapely.
    He ran his hand over her buttocks in appreciation, murmuring in her ear, “You are a beauty, my pet. I shall