“Further,” said Mrs Martinelli, pulling Laura’s head back more. The pain increased. “Now just hold it there,” said Mrs Martinelli, letting go of her hair.
Laura was forced to hold the position, complicit in her own torture, as Mrs Martinelli went back into her bedroom for some more equipment. She returned with a leather flogger. It was the sort of thing that normally Laura would have taken in her stride, were it applied to her bottom. A flogging on the bare ass was often soothing and comfortable, the pain level well below anything intolerable. But this was to be different. The clamps were taken off. Mrs Martinelli stood back, measuring the distance to Laura’s breasts, then swung the flogger. Shafts of pain shot through Laura’s n*****s, making her cry out. Mrs Martinelli swung the flogger
