"Don't cut me, damn you!" she cried, rolling over onto her belly. She hated this part of it, but, dear Lord, she sure loved the after-part. When Darren would fall on her and ream her with that big dick of his!

Darren brought his arm up. The black whip snapped across her naked ass. She jumped slightly and yelped.

"Wonderful," he sighed.

Then he used his hand soundly on one cheek of her ass. Already the moans coming from her mouth betrayed passion rather than pain.

The cunt, Darren thought, she loves it. She just won't admit it!

He grabbed her and pulled her to the floor. With Carrie across his knees, her lush buttocks upraised, he began to spank her hard.

"Ouch! Ow!" the girl exclaimed.

He spanked her, then stroked her creamy ass. "So much flesh," he said with his eyes bright with lust. "So much wonderful flesh!"

"Shit, Darren," Carrie whined, close to weeping, "fuck me now! Put some cock in me!"

"Soon, baby, soon." He handed her the whip. "Now me!"

As soon as Carrie held the whip in her hand, she had the urge to try to beat him to death. What would it take to kill him?

"Come on, Carrie, I'm waiting," he begged. He stood in the center of the room. The marks of his former beatings criss-crossed darkly over his pale flesh.

The first stroke was light and it caught him across the shoulders. Carrie was doing her best to restrain herself.

"You can do better than that!"

The next stroke was harder, whipping across his ass. He winced. "That's it. Again!"

Carrie began to smile as she lashed his ass. His dick was throbbing now, even harder than before. What an asshole, she thought. He's a sadist who wants to humiliate women.

"Again!" he cried, out.

Two, three, four more times Carrie lashed the whip against his damp body. Sweat poured from his flesh with each stroke. She avoided striking his old lash marks, afraid to start blood flowing.