He looked down at her bottom. There were livid red marks across the centre, overlaid on the black and purple bruises. He struck her across one buttock, then the other, then repeated the actions. Her body was shaking but her mouth remained fast shut. The only sound was of her breathing heavily through the nose.
“Very well,” he said. “That’s progress, I suppose. But I can see we’ve work to do.”
He set the spatula down and put his right hand between her legs, sliding a finger into her cunt, already slippery. He moved it out again and trailed it with agonizing slowness up towards her clit. Just short, he stopped, keeping his finger poised in the soft, yielding folds of her s*x. She remained still for a moment, then shifted her position slightly in an attempt to bring his finger up onto her c
