Whip Me Into Shape

"Do you do this often?" she asked, breathless, as they finally collapsed onto his bed.
He looked at her via the mirror on his ceiling.
"Not really."
Truth was, BDSM was not his usual kink. But having a magical whip was too tempting to resist.
And, he mused as he replayed the last hours in his mind, there was something to be said about the satisfying twang of it against exposed skin and the moans it elicited from his - thoroughly chastised - partner.
So much so, actually, that he might have to put it in his repertoire of amorous tactics permanently.