Chapter Thirteen
Mrs. Berjinsky clamped her hands around Elena’s waist. “Must I tell you to kneel before your disciplinarian, you unworthy slave b***h?” Elena let out a mewing cry as the older woman spanked her onto her knees. She caught Mr. Berjinsky’s subtle nod as Mrs. Berjinsky uncoiled the strap. She tried to convince herself she was dreaming, but she knew she was not. She was so ashamed she simply hung her head and tried not to feel the cut of the strap across her ass and lower back.
Each time the strap fell, it set her pendulous breasts into a gentle swaying motion at her waist. She could hear him suck in his breath, his raspy breathing at the sight of her spectacular cleavage and over-sized n*****s. Nadia had said she looked like she was nursing. She did not look up at him as he
