“You’ll get used to it. Soon, you’ll beg for it Tessa, trust me,” Miles assured her. “But this time, I’ll be kind, you can bend over the back of the chair.”
Motioning her to his overstuffed chair, he pushed her over the back where the cushion comforted her p***y. To her dismay, however, the strikes of the whip hurt even more this time. Not preceded by the warming thongs, she wasn’t primed for pain and the blazing cuts came out of the blue like arrows shot into her flesh.
The six strikes were sheer torture. Only the brief pause between them helped to settle the instantaneous agony that leapt to its feet in her unsuspecting body.
“Gaaaawd!” she shrieked after each one landed. And though she howled with pain, Miles didn’t silence her. When he was finished, tears were streaming down her che
