It seemed to me I had endured this torture for hours… I was exhausted, trembling, my bottom burned and throbbed furiously, and every movement of my muscles sent a spasm of fiery pain through my flesh. But now a greater anguish than ever possessed me-it was to be now.

I turned my face away and stifled back my sobs as I felt his fingers pry open the lips of… my spot… and then at once I felt the hard spear of his… thing… enter between them. The sensation was such as I had not expected or dreamed of… a curious feeling… the filmy thing he had put over the head of his thing… kept me from feeling how hot it was, which I knew from having had to hold it before. “Oh, oh, Mr. Raleigh, oh, please, oh, no, no,” I groaned, and my hands started to push at his shoulders.

“Be careful now, Lucille,” he warned sternly, his voice very hoarse and shuddering with his greed to have me. “You just hold me tight with those arms and don't fight me off or you'll suffer for it and you know where. A good whipping now on that lovely reddened backside of yours, my dear girl, would really make you scream.”

“Oh, don't, don't, I will, I'll obey you-M-Master,” I sobbed, and frantically hugged him with my arms.

At the same time, I felt him thrust deeper into me, spreading me apart there till I felt I could not bear it any longer-and then the savage twinge of pain I felt, so much greater than when his finger had pressed into me-made me try to close my legs and I cried out, “Oh, it hurts me there, it hurts me. Oh, please take it out. Oh, you're going to hurt me dreadfully. I know you are.”

“Yes, on that lovely backside, you timid little piece,” he snarled. “Are you going to spread those bare legs of yours wider and kiss me, or am I going to ring for the servants?”