And because of that… precisely because of that, I was consigned to have to like it… to take as much as he could give me…

One thing I was determined to do, though, was not give in.

I wasn't going to let him make me kiss that whip!

No sir!

I had my pride!

I wasn't going to…

Whhhippp!!!

Crraaaackkk!!!

Smmaaackkk!!!

"Ohhhh… God…"

Again and again he came down across my ass, making me jump and quiver with the kind of pain and sorrow that only a man with a whip who was very well experienced at it could know how to extract from a poor but gorgeous woman like me!

I mean, he was whipping me across both cheeks, at the same time, letting that hot leather take it's toll on me…

And the more he did it, the more I knew I was in for it…

I just couldn't take much more…

I really couldn't…

And then…

Finally, I felt him stopping.

Was that it?

Had I made it?

Had I actually been able to get through it?

I couldn't believe it!

And with good reason.

Because this was only the first break.

Now, still from behind, he grabbed my hair and yanked my head back.

"Are you ready to kiss it? Are you?" I didn't say anything.

He rubbed the whip lightly along my face, on the right side, still from behind.

"I'm waiting for an answer."

"No," I said, and waited for the consequences… They weren't long in coming.

Whack!

Smack!

Craaaackkk!

Whhhhippppp!!

It was incredible!

Now, he was working down the backs of my legs, thoroughly touching up my thighs, and making me cringe and twist with pain…

And delight…

But I didn't think I was going to be able to take much more.

Each slash was like a bite of teeth.