“Stop, please! Noooooooooooooo,” she roared, unable to take another stinging smack.
“Damn, girl! You know better than that!” Darcy was at her side in a heartbeat, slapping her face to draw her attention.
“Please, sir!” she cried. “I can’t take anymore. I can’t!”
“Please, sir, bullshit!” he snapped in a terse whisper as if it were a private conversation. His lips were so close that she could smell his breath. “You’re here to give my friends what they want, and if whipping you is what gets them back to sane then it’s your job to take it.”
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“And you’ll be sorrier still if you scream again.”
Darcy always found it easy to put her in her place, “Just a little attitude adjustment,” he told his friends when he looked up smiling. “She won’t give you any further trouble. That
