After awhile I am all screamed out, and the pain doesn’t seem so awful any more, though my ass is probably suffering serious damage by now. I catch on to the fact that anything I say will be irrelevant, immaterial, and most likely held against me. I stop begging her to bone me and settle down to flinching and hissing while I glare at those perfect feet in front of me.
Tabby is watching my face. At last I am beginning to understand why she has positioned herself at my head. Watching the welts blossom on my bottom would have great appeal for your basic sadistic voyeur, but Tabby crawled out of a different pit. Her trip is seeing my eyes go wide with shock when the first blow whistles in. She wants to see me struggle to check my cries behind clenched teeth and pursed lips. She wants to atten
