“Well, I guess that means the feet-beating time has come at last. You deserve an incredibly severe punishment now, don’t you think?”
Whimpering still, Slut-boy nodded obediently. Satisfied with his submissive deportment I dropped Slut-boy’s head to the bed and retrieved my riding crop, feeling that wonderful sadistic zeal swelling within me once again the second it was in my hand. Intensely eager to deliver the upcoming beating I moved to the foot of the bed and positioned myself by the sole of his helplessly bound left foot. Then I took a deep breath to tap that inexhaustible well of vengeful sadism in me and began slashing that crop against the sensitive arch.
