Chapter Thirteen – Masked Ball
It was a ridiculous little toy, a parody of a whip, but Keri wasn’t laughing. The bundle of thin suede strands were no more than six inches long, but Keri was shocked by their fierce sting when Sophie brought them snapping across her breast. Keri yelped, surprised by the unexpected assault. She had assumed until now that some parts of her body were too delicate for such punishment. She was dreadfully aware of just how unprotected her most tender places were. This whip presented frightful possibilities.
Sophie laughed at the offended look on Keri’s face. “Like it?”
“It’s horrible!” said Keri. “Please don’t use it on me!”
Sophie struck the other breast, watching with interest as Keri twisted against her restraints, as though she might roll over or pull an a
