“I do not want you to whimper or squirm, slave. If you do either, it will go worse for you.”
“Yes, Master. I will accept my correction, and I hope it makes me a better slave for you.”
Kat couldn’t believe that even as she was about to be whipped, Meg couldn’t help herself flirting just a little. Her incredulity was interrupted by Paul commanding, “Watch your sister’s punishment, slave. Do not look away.”
Paul brought the cop down sharply across Meg’s left buttock. It stung, but it also stimulated. As promised, she didn’t wiggle or squeal. The more he struck her cheeks, the more aroused she became. Much to her surprise, she actually liked the sting of whatever Paul was using on her.
Paul returned the crop to the wall and then came back and rubbed his right palm all over Meg’s reddened a
