Thwack.
Thwack!
Stacy winced as the crop came down on across her back. With her arms bound overhead and her ankles cuffed to the bar that kept them spread about three feet she couldn't escape the blows from her ex-boyfriend. With the ball gag he'd jammed in her mouth she couldn't even scream. The only sounds that could escape were frustrated mewling.
"You know, it really didn't have to be like this." Kris said running the tip of the riding crop down her spine while he spoke. She couldn't see him, couldn't see anything through the blindfold but she didn't need to see him to know he was enjoying this. He was the kind of sick fuck who enjoyed this kind of thing. "This doesn't bring me any pleasure Minx."
Kris was lying. Stacy could hear it in his voice. Not the lie, she'd never learned how to tell when he was lying but she could easily hear the change in his tone of voice when he was aroused. His voice always went up about an octave and he always tried to hide it by talking just a little slower and more deliberately.
THWACK.
Kris brought the crop down across her firm peach shaped buttocks.
THWACK.
Then he struck her again this time just beneath her deliciously developed rump lifting the auburn haired woman up onto the tips of her toes. Kris waited until she'd relaxed back down to her feet. Then he touched the tip of the crop to the back of her knee and brushing upward. She hated that he knew about that spot, it instantly made her knees weak.
THWACK.
"You know there are better ways to say you're sorry." Kris teased. He was close enough now that she could feel him breathing on her back. He pressed his lips to her shoulders and then walked around bringing the crop down over her bare nipples.
She didn't need to see Kris to know he'd just shuddered. She could feel his excitement in the air and it was difficult for her to deny her own excitement. She could feel the goose bumps covering her arms. The warmth where he'd struck her back and butt were delicious and when his fingers slid between her thighs the sound that oozed through the gag was undeniable. "You're such a little slut." The crop replaced his fingers lightly brushing against her swollen lips then up over her clit. "You know I don't even think you're actually sorry. I think you get sent here on purpose." Kris brought the crop up over her belly to the underside of her breasts.
