He was used to riding crops—even over his single tail whips. The cut was fast and mean; he could rip and tear if he were being exceedingly cruel, or strike lightly as a leaf falling quietly to the ground. He didn’t like this submissive—didn’t like slaves who jumped ship for any reason. His world was black and white, no grey, no in-between, no room for wavering sluts.
kei was here for punishment—this was something he understood.
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiipppppppppppppppppppp! The savage cut split the sweltering air into shreds. The slave jumped. The masters flinched. The other slaves in the room recoiled at the sound. Then everyone breathed easier realizing that the slave was still free of marks, her creamy skin, yet untouched. Not a blemish, not even the remnants of bygone punishments appeared to
