“I think a little corporal punishment is in order!” B’Linda cried. “Unlawful entry, spying, behaving as a male, and worst of all a completely unauthorized orgasm! Those are all flogging offenses in my book – move away, Keri! First comes the whip-torture, to bring out the blood! Then I’ll show you how to really treat a guilty little Sissy-slut!” She stepped back from the bed, grinning down at me, then drew back her arm and with a sudden whistling s***h ripped the metal-tipped lash viciously through the air and deep into my waiting flesh.
The pain was excruciating, and I screamed in unfeigned agony. But of course B’Linda merely laughed her eager pleasure at my pain and reloaded for another stroke, drawing back her whip and again c*****g her strong, muscular arm.
Again the lash whistled a
