He gave her more, at least a dozen harsh blows, then he paused, letting her body absorb the sensations and feel their full effect before he came at her again. She dared look around and saw him swinging a long leather strap. Leather. Yes, of course! The hard feel of the soundly smacking leather climbed under her skin, so that in minutes she was at the peak of her arousal and once again about to explode.
“Please, sir, may I come?” she cried in desperation.
“No, absolutely not!” He delivered an especially hard crack.
“Please, sir!” She luridly wiggled her red streaked fanny to provoke him.
Splat! This time, the stinging strap knocked the arousal from her for a second. But then instead of following it with another blistering attack, Martin pulled her to her feet and tossed her through the
