“Just three more, Chris,” Charlie reminded.
“On her ass,” Dale ordered, and again her former lover eagerly replied with the request. The first of the three ripped across the center, criss-crossing the cuts that had gone before, where there were welts rising and the skin was close to cutting through. Her shriek was pitiful, filled with the anguish and pain, and even some relief as she knew that the punishment was about over. The next two cuts, Charlie delivered with equal zeal, one high, and one low, nearly at her thighs. Her roar was passionate and shrill, and when she collapsed into the sheets of the bed, she might have sobbed without ceasing.
“So, finish her off,” Dale said, after watching the aftermath for some moments.
“Finish her?” Charlie questioned him.
“Whatever you do next,” D
