Well, that was unexpected.
She draped the leather tails over his shoulders, letting them fall over his skin by their own weight. Then she slid them down his spine, slowly and carefully, letting them tickle the small of his back before pulling them back up to his shoulders and starting over again. The light touches sent electric shocks all through him whenever they hit over a particularly sensitive spot. It was exciting, titillating, and he rather liked this.
Then she pulled back, and in a movement so quick he could barely find the time to tense up, she struck. It stung, but really, it wasn't so bad. She carefully laid the tails over his back again, letting the cool leather slide over his prickling skin. This felt really nice. When she pulled away again, this time he breathed out deeply and fell into that tingling sensation that followed. This heightened the sting of the blow, practically sending him over the edge already. He could get used to this, yes.
She struck him again before carefully rubbing her fingers over his shoulders blades, just barely ghosting his skin with the tips of her fingers. Again, she surprised him with her gentleness. Or maybe her being so little, she didn't have to hold back? Truth be told he'd never been whipped before by anyone, so he really didn't know what to expect. He was pretty sure that whipping could be pretty painful though. It was probably because she was so small, then.
She stopped her hand at the base of his neck, then said, "I can see you are enjoying yourself. Shall I continue?" He moaned pleadingly, nodding his head. A drop of drool dripped onto his chest, cold and wet.
She took her hand away, and when she struck him a fourth time, he decided he'd been wrong: she had been holding back.