The beads stopped moving, a large warm hand caressed her ass, and then everything stopped.
Her body was alive, tingling, aching, but nothing was happening. She wanted to wave her feet in invitation. More crop, more flogger, more something, she wasn’t even sure what she wanted at this point, but she wanted more.
It seemed as though an hour had passed and she realized she was crying, though she wasn’t sure if it was frustration or pain.
Her mouth was open and the words were spilling out before she made a conscious decision to speak. “Sir, please.”
A flick to her butt.
“Please,” she tried again.
Nothing happened.
“Sir!” She wailed. An open-handed smack to her foot.
“Please, Sir, please, Sir, please, Sir.”
She continued chanting as hands grabbed her hips, pulled them up through the ch
