“Stop!” Ruslan said.
He approached Cressida from behind and traced his index finger slowly along the livid welts across her rear. The bulge of his erection through his jeans was evident. With a satisfied smirk, he stepped back and motioned Sandhu to continue. Seemingly oblivious to her distress, Sandhu sliced the two remaining stroke skilfully into Cressida’s buttocks. Her bottom was burning so badly she thought she would faint from the pain, but she felt another, inexplicable and more pleasurable heat spreading through her belly and loins. It engendered an urgent desire she couldn’t understand, let alone accept. As she lay there spent and weeping from her ordeal, she felt lips brushing a tender kiss across the back of her left hand. She raised her tear–stained face to see Anya’s grey eye
