“Yes.” She blinked back a tear and shuddered once while breathing in. She was afraid.
“Do you want to be punished?”
“No.”
“But your behavior tells me you’re looking forward to a punishment.”
“No it doesn’t!” she quickly contradicted him.
Jason frowned. It was an expression had all the more fierce by his shaved head. “That’s going to be another set,” he told her.
Brenda looked down and bit her bottom lip. “I’m sorry. I’ll try to do better.”
“That’s what I’m looking for. Are you ready?”
She nodded and said, “Yes.” It wasn’t a confident yes.
Hanging from his hand was a yard-long piece of sueded leather, the last foot of which was split into four small strands. Jason whirled it a few times and then laid it down sharply across Brenda’s left breast.
She gasped in pain and pulled her ha
