"Perhaps now you'll understand that I mean what I say, Pamela. Take off your dress and be quick about it!" he said in a harsh voice that trembled with impatient rut.
Pamela suddenly kicked out at him, but Leopold Darden had already anticipated her movement. Stepping adroitly to one side, he cut her across the belly with the cravache, and Pamela doubled over, clutching her belly and crying out hoarsely in her pain.
Swiftly moving round and behind her, he swept the cravache twice ever her jutting bottom, shaped out delightfully by the tight red satin dress, before she could again twist round and, uttering a scream of pain, lunge at him with one hand to try to wrest the whip away.
"So you want to fight?' he panted, relishing the savage aspect of this duel. His prick was already thrusting h
