“Ooof!” grunts Angel, as she viciously punches and elbows me. Likewise, a sudden searing lash across my already wickedly welted ass further excoriates me.
Goddess has already picked up her favorite stiff whip, and she doesn’t stop using it with that first strike. As least a dozen times she flays my stupidly sinning behind, using all the considerable power at her disposal.
“Bad girl!” she cries, as I weep and writhe. “How dare you be so clumsy? You don’t totter forward and topple onto any female, much less your owning Angel! You inch up her body on your belly like the unworthy worm you are!”
Goddess’ anger hurts me worse than any whip; and, for a minute or so, I’m terrified that this ambrosial banquet will be forever snatched away from me at the penultimate second in sanction. But, final
