“Turn around,” I said, “bend over.”
She did, but kept her eyes on me over her shoulder.
I let the whip loose once more, this time going right across her left ass cheek.
“AAEEEEHH!” Heather screamed. She jumped forward, straightening and covering her ass with her hands.
“That’s for not following orders fast enough,” I said. “A good, disciplined slave never hesitates. That’s why this is called the Discipline Room. You don’t leave until you know how to follow orders. Follow your last order, slave!”
Heather rubbed her butt a couple of times and I noticed that the panties now sported a hole in the back, right where the single-tail had connected. It wasn’t until I lifted the whip up again for another strike that the bra hurriedly fell away, followed by the panties. Heather backed up against
