Becky’s skin seemed to fizzle beneath her stocking at the words. Was it usual then that it hurt enough to make you cry? She remembered Rose’s hot cheeks and Chloe’s welling tears. She recalled their urgency to use the bathroom straight afterwards and she was suddenly aware of the press of her bladder. Why hadn’t she asked to be excused too? Could she yet have faced doing so, especially in front of the other girls? Anyway, she was too enthralled at the time and Gina had given no opportunity. The breath at her ear stopped and the whip was being brushed over her buttocks, making its introductions. The first contact was so light it almost made her laugh with relief. The next few strokes were little harder, just tickling the skin over the bum and thighs, sensitizing it. The Mistress varied her
