She reached behind her to trigger the vibrator using the switch atop the battery pack at the back of its waistband, and took up the short black leather thonged whip whose tassels were all tied in a small knot at their ends. Then my Mistress seated herself between my legs with her feet atop the spreader bar to hold me in place. The whip was drawn back as she mouthed a sardonic kiss towards my inverted face, which was watching the proceedings with increasing trepidation. And then she brought the fearsome instrument down vertically on my bottom cleavage, lashing me from butt crack to anus to perineum to testicles. I howled and bucked, this new pain overwhelming my intentions to bear my punishment with stoic dignity befitting a distinguished judge. Well, all such fantasies were totally out the
