"Oh, it stings so! Ah, not quite so hard, Lena, dear," sighed Alice, as the first two or three light touches made her buttocks tingle under the smart.

"Is that better, you rude girl? Didn't I catch you frigging yourself in bed this morning?" asked Lena, with a spiteful smile on her face.

"Ah, ah, oh, no! My God, how you cut me! I shall die. I never frigged myself. I should be ashamed to do such a thing," she sobbed, the tears trickling down her blushing face.

"Just listen to the hardened thing. It's as bad as saying I'm a liar!" retorted Lena, with two vicious cuts, which made poor Alice scream in agony, and drew the blood up under the skin of her rump.

"Ah, you bad girl, I'll whip the frigging fancy out of you.

Wouldn't it be nice to be frigged just now your fanny is rubbing against Frank's back?"

"Oh! Oh!! Oh!!! I didn't!" screamed Alice, in dreadful pain.

The cuts fell in rapid succession on the devoted bum, which now began to exhibit beads of blood just starting from the broken skin. The victim was almost senseless, she still struggled and writhed under Lena's scathing cuts, but her head fell forward on Frank's shoulder, her face suffused with crimson flushes, and eyes closed in a kind of voluptuous languor.

Charlie had acted on the frigging suggestion, and, by his light touches on her excited clitoris, had made her almost faint under the combination of excitements, as she spent so profusely that her thick, creamy emission trickled over his busy fingers and down Frank's back.