Backing away from her now, Leta turned her attention to Leslie’s leather clad bottom, running a hand along the polished surface of her pants.
“Humm, yes,” Leslie groaned, feeling the gentle touch all the way to her cunt.
When Leta smacked her ass, a satisfying warmth spread through Leslie’s rear. A dozen smacks more and the lovely sensation just increased.
“On your hands and knees,” Leta ordered—even though there was hardly a demand in her voice.
Leslie obeyed unthinkingly, while Leta drew a riding crop from the wall. The woman walked around her newbie sub, taunting her as she whisked the leather implement through the air; its sound as noxious as Sir Jane’s cane. Unlike the cane however, this instrument had a wide flat end that would make a far different impression on a yielding ass
