"Maybe now you'll be a little more cooperative, huh?"

Jack pulled her back, hooking one finger under the collar and leading her back into the living room. Rhonda wanted to lie down. He kept her standing and bent over, leading her to the couch, then backing away for a moment. She heard a snapping sound and was about to turn around when a terrible flash of pain exploded over her ass. There was the sound of leather smacking flesh. He was whipping her, reddening her asscheeks with some terrible weapon.

Rhonda bit into the rubber ball, letting out a muffled shriek as she pitched forward. The leg bands again made it nearly impossible for her to keep her balance. She felt herself sagging the floor and only another blow, this time to her inner thigh kept the woman from completely collapsing.

"Uhhhhh!"

When Rhonda turned around and peered over one shoulder, she saw he was holding a short riding crop in his right hand, the leather strips dangling threateningly from the rounded tip. Rhonda jerked her head, trying to fill her lungs with air, as Jack cocked his arm back and brought the weapon down hard a second time. "Yaghhhh!"

The crop came down again and again, hitting the inner rounded curves of her asscheeks, then finally working its way into her split. She could feel the thongs yanking her shitter out of shape, the tips biting into her asshole, setting off wild fires of delight and pain.

And then Jack concentrated on her pussy, purposely aiming the leather on either side of her puffy pussy labes. She winced, screaming and pitching forward. Her body fell hard onto the sofa, twisting around and making it difficult for him to beat her ass. Swearing, he grabbed her hair and twisted, tearing more strands from her scalp and pushing her forward until she was squatting once more, bent over, her reddened, whip-striped ass high in the air.