And she settled on one…

Something she vaguely remembered from her childhood.

What was it her father called this little item…

A punisher?

No, that wasn’t it…

A cat-o-nine-tails…

That’s what it was.

A cat-o-nine-tails…

She’d only had it used on her once, but once was enough…

She didn’t forget the force of that sting for a solid week.

And now, Laney was tied up, that lovely black ass sticking up in the air, getting ready to take a whipping…

With the cat!

And it was going to be Christina’s privilege to use it.

“Take it in your hand… that’s right… get the feel of it…”

Ian was standing in his leather jockstrap and nothing else, his black muscles rippling as he described to her what he wanted done.

She was going to have to use it… she was going to have to do it just the way he wanted…

Well, that was fine with her…

No problem there…

If that’s what he wanted her to do, then that’s what she would do.

It was the least problem she’d have..

Now, though, she held it in her hand and let the weight of the leather handle and the nine beaded strands of leather start to get comfortable in her grip.

And she put one hand on Laney’s ass.

“Ohhhh…”

Laney let out a loud, soft groan ‘as she felt the weight of Christina’s hand feeling and squeezing her soft ass…

“Brush her cheeks with it… let her know what it feels like…”

“Yes…”

That’s a good idea, she thought. Tantalize her… taunt her… let her know what’s coming…

Now, she let the strands just drop down softly… onto the girl’s ass…

Easily…

Just so…

And each time she dragged it over the girl’s vulnerable, naked cheeks, she could hear her sigh and cry out…

She was going to get it…

She was really going to get it…

And then, finally, Christina lifted the thing back… over her left shoulder.