Her arms ached as the minutes past and she continued to clean every inch of the room—several times over. The doctors were very picky. But except for her bruised knees, scrubbing the floor in the presence of the two doctors wasn’t bad at all for her spirit—at least until Dr. Lyman decided to ridicule her more. While she was making her second pass over the tile wall, he kept tossing his whip against her naked thighs, not hard enough to mark, but hard enough to sting. She jumped and jerked, but kept on wiping the tiles until they shined. When he’d cracked the whip a little harder, the sting would burn—but that only made her wet and warm between her thighs. Oh! If she could just forget what a despicable creature the doctor was, she knew she’d enjoy the way the sting turned erotic and the way h
