Swishswishswish...Craaacckk! Each thong made a distinctive sound but all landed at the same time. Swishswishswish...Craaacckk! Swishswishswish...Craaacckk!
Oh, god. I...can’t...
I buried my head in the rug. No. No, I don’t want...I want...want...WANT...
The whipping stopped.
“I think she’s enjoying this way too much,” said Silver Hair, the one who held my wrists. “Time for a change.”
Suddenly, I was free. The forest of legs disappeared and I could have bolted, sore ass and all, but I didn’t. No. I...stayed. Right there. Waiting. Not ready at all, but nervous, anxious, and (oh f**k!) eager (?!) for what was next. No! I wanted to get out of there. But first I had to stop my sniffling and hitching, had to dry my eyes so I could see where I was going. Yes, of course, that’s what I had to
