“May I?” Mr. Jones asked.
“She’s yours to use. I’m sure my little minx will give your c**k a good work out.”
“And what kind of beating will she take?”
“Find out for yourself,” Darcy answered. “The whips are in my bottom drawer.”
Another beating! Her ass was still so very sore from the rough spanking she’d just endured. She’d never hold on! Never! But that was exactly what she’d attempt to do.
For the second time in one afternoon, found herself over her employer’s ebony desk. This time, she was whipped with a vicious leather tawse with falls that cut like knife blades. The dozen strikes cut pitilessly into her already sore skin. At least the thrashing was delivered quickly; and the horny Mr. Jones dispensed with further punishment in order to plunge his c**k where Mr. Darcy’s c**k ha
