And my panties, already wet, were now absolutely soaked. My tied hands trembled. Not even forming them into fists did any good to stop the shaking. If my knees weren’t already tied together, they would have knocked, to go along with my chattering teeth if I wasn’t already gagged. As it was I backed up against the now closed door, unable to move another inch, frozen in dread and dark anticipation. What did this strong man have in mind? Would he use the whip? The long brown one that hung coiled on the far wall?
He must have caught me staring at it because he selected and shook it out.
“You ever been whipped?” Nick asked. “Ever feel the sting of leather?”
My head slowly shook back and forth. No. Don’t! I slid away into a corner.
Crack! The whip landed on the wall, right next to my shoulde
