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The first
lash across my back is harsh and I scream out. I can feel the welt
rising on my soft skin. She uses the handle to lift my face to hers
and demands I count out loud each stroke. I beg her for mercy and
she replies this is mercy. This is love. I know she is telling me
the truth as I have no desire to be cut free really. I know I must
be punished for touching the other slave. "One" I call
out, knowing there are many others to follow. One stroke upon me
for each stroke upon the slaves cock. I had no right to touch another
of her toys and no right to want too. I am hers and she tells me
what to want. "Two" I call out as the second strike lands
upon me. The number becomes distorted into a scream as the whip
bites my flesh. Tears are rolling down my cheeks but, I am willing
to submit to this so that I can be purged of guilt and again sit
at my mistress's feet.
The third
strike catches me unready and I scream out and my legs wobble and
collapse. I am held up only by the rope about my hands. I struggle
to regain my balance and stand again and call out "Three".
The fourth and final stroke is the harshest of all as it rips across
my back. The end of the whip licking around and stinging my breast
through the flimsy bra fabric. "Four!" I call out as I
try and stay standing. My hands are freed and I fall down upon my
knees and curl up into a ball. My mistress walks from the room to
attend to something as her other slave comes to me to help me to
stand. He is nude as he wraps his arms around me. He is also excited
by the show of my flogging. His cock is very hard, I can see each
vein that runs it's length and it bobs and sways as he moves. The
lashes across my back are not so burning now. The do not hurt as
much. The cock bobs again as he crouches beside me. It is tempting
me. It is so hard and so big. What could it hurt, I think to myself,
What could it hurt, just one little stroke. . .
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