“Quite the little pain-slut,” she said. “We’ll try again later, when the clamps have had a chance to make you really sore.”
Once more her hand disappeared into the bag. What other instruments of torture does she keep in there, Hansel wondered. This time it was a flogger, half a dozen thin strips of soft leather attached to a wooden handle. Lady Eleanor stood over him and trailed the flogger slowly across his face, then over his chest and down to his c**k and balls. Hansel looked up at her nervously; surely she would not beat his face? Or his balls?
She lifted her arm and brought the flogger down across his chest, lightly, just a slight sting, though it increased the pain from the clamps. She trailed it over his face, his arms and chest once more. There were goose-bumps on his arms. He br
