"You are, baby," he says, ignoring her whimper of protest. "You'll do anything to get something inside you right now, won't you, baby?" he asks. "Do you want my c**k? Would you beg for it?"
She hesitates for only a second before nodding. "Being a slut is bad," she whispers. "Isn't it?"
"Does this feel bad to you?" he asks, lightly brushing the flared based of the crop up and down her slit, wetting it with her arousal fluid. He trails it up her rounded belly and stops at her abused n*****s, still bright red from the clamps earlier.
"No?" she whispers.
"No," he agrees. "You're my beautiful little slut," he says, drawing the riding crop back down, and then patting her p***y lips lightly.
It doesn't hurt as much as she had anticipated, but it smarts and the sensation of the flat end of th
