A Sea Change
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When Sarah finally stirred the next morning, bright sunlight was already pouring through her bedroom window, falling across the rumpled sheets like a warm blanket. For a moment, she thought that Fletcher might have stayed, and opened her eyes a slit to check. The empty bed laughed at her. Languidly, she stretched, and then stopped herself with a deep, heartfelt groan.
It hurt to move.
Her back ached, and the skin around her wrists and ankles felt like it had been sandpapered by a professional. Her n*****s were sore and something felt strange about her…she sat up with a gasp…what was wrong with her ass, for Christ’s sake? And why did her cunt feel like that? And then she remembered. He hadn’t f****d her cunt, only her ass. And he’d whipped her with the camel hide crop, n
