He didn’t speak, not a word. There was no acknowledgment of her efforts, except that Lacy could tell by his movement that he’d picked up the belt and was positioning himself at the foot of the bed, ready to strike.
Smack!
The first strike was a rough jolt.
Smack!
A second followed, laid atop the first. The sting of the second added to the first, but the third strike was the one that burned the most. As the whipping proceeded, fire added to fire, burn to burn. She howled, cried and sobbed, only to hear yet another vicious smack as Travis raised the belt again and laid on the hearty blow.
“Oh, please!” she gasped, as the belt made its swift journey about her buttocks. Her flanks were red, the top of her thighs were bright pink, but most of all, in the center of each round, fleshy
