“Ah, no!” I moaned.
She struck me again, and then another time. Instinctively my thighs were about to draw shut. Instead, however, two women on either side of me took my ankles in their hands and held them down, as securely as they’d been cuffed and tied. I could feel their longs nails digging into my skin.
While these women secured me, Dolly slapped my pubis more, and then at least a dozen times in an angry blast as if she had some ancient vendetta to avenge.
“Hand me a leather,” she said. Reaching up, she waited for a suitable implement to appear. The first that crossed her palm was a strap with four cut fingers at the end. In order for her to wield it properly, she came around to the end of the divan and struck me squarely down the center hitting the tender sensitive skin about my r
