She was getting the feel of the whip’s power to inflict real pain, landing it with more vigor now on Page’s quivering bottom cheeks. Page’s mewing protests brought a smile of pride to her lips. The criss-crossed tracks and welts on Page’s bottom bore testimony to her commitment and skill with the whip. The sounds of the stinging tendrils and Page’s protests drifted out the open bedroom window into the rainy night.
“You’ve become slack and lazy! You think of no one but yourself. Shame on you!”
Maria punctuated each of her words with strokes of the whip. Senora would appreciate her effort. Each fresh stroke elicited whispered promises. Page lay unmoving as if she were resigned to her punishment though Maria sensed she was enjoying it in her own small way. Damp spread through the fabric o
