“Hey! I told you to begin! Get on with it now!”
Laura jumped at my tone but then she grasped the ring in her right hand. She looked at the discipline with a frown.
“Please Master – what do I do?” she asked nervously.
“I suggest you hold the ring firmly and swing the lashes over the opposite shoulder and against your back. Make sure you do it hard enough – this is meant to be penitence,” I ordered. “I suggest you switch sides every six strokes.”
I turned back to Christine’s lovely lips and after a short pause I heard a swish and slap! Followed by a yelp of pain.
“Oh, f**k! It hurts!” Laura cried.
I excused myself from Christine’s embrace and stood up. I walked to where Laura was standing. She was frowning and squirming after the first stroke.
“You will not use language like that!” I
