Shredded bark and splintered willow wands litter the floor. There are plenty more where they came from, soaking in a pail of brine in the corner. I love to hear them whistle. I take careful aim at her ass and start swinging.
I stood looking down at Katherine. Her grainy image on the video monitor had appeared heavier and less vital. The reality, the sweat trickling under her arms, the tremor in her fingertips, the faint scent of clean p***y, delivered a higher charge. I have never become jaded. Every time I gaze down at a naked girl who is awaiting orders, I feel the same rush of power. It’s an addictive drug.
“Stand up.”
She rose stiffly. Kneeling didn’t come naturally to her, and time had rusted the joints a little. The parts that showed looked fine, however. She tried to hide that wi
