“Oooooooooojjjjjjj...”
“You want more, I suppose! So you want more from Olivier?”
“Yes. I want more!”
“Are you ready for more?”
Olivier stood up again and glowered down at her.
“This is what you get instead.”
Again he went to work at beating her buttocks and legs.
“Owwwwwwww,” Carrie cried, trying to fight against her restraints. “You don’t know how bad this hurts!”
“And this is just with the hand,” Olivier informed her of what was already obvious. “You aren’t taking your punishment as well as I had hoped. Maybe this requires new measures.”
Olivier went into the kitchen and returned with a thin plastic spoon.
No!” Carrie begged. “Not with that!”
“Would you prefer a switch?” Olivier questioned.
“NOOOOOOO!”
“Then take it and take it good!”
The plastic spoon was brutal. The nois
