Her silence was an affirmative answer to my question.Her silence was an affirmative answer to my question. Without hesitation, I began a long series of at least 10 or 12 sharp strokes all over her ass and thighs. As she fell forward from the blows, I followed her, taking aim at the now criss-crossed ass and wielding whip unmercifully. At about the sixth stroke, her moans turned to long "WHOOOOO'S". It was the sound I was waiting for, the sign that no matter how hard the next strokes would be, she had reached fulfillment. The last six lashes were only for show, she had finally reached her limit. Her body fell in a heap to the floor, shaking spasmodically, as her orgasm overwhelmed her. I watched her half-naked body twitch for several minutes, as she slowly came down from her high. I fell back onto the sofa, exhausted myself. My panties were completely soaked. I felt like taking them off, to air out my pulsating pussy. I would wait and let Danielle do it for me. She arose slowly, almost painfully. Her brow was filled with beads of sweat. Her skirt fell down beneath the 'V' of her legs. She slinked down next to me, breasts heaving, and wrapped herself around me. "Thank you," she whispered into my ear. My arms embraced her naked back, now warm with perspiration. "Was I too hard on you?" I asked compassionately. "Maybe," she replied. "You deserved every bit of it," I said with a smile. "I wouldn't let Erica do that to me, you fool. I love you too much." "What?" I gasped. "I made it up. I wanted to see what you would do if I ever did let her do something like that." "Why you little stinker! And what lesson did you learn?" Danielle laughed. "Mmmm. I learned that it she ever does do that to me, that I better tell you, so you can beat the shit out of me again. Just like you just did. Oh, did that ever feel good!" She had fabricated the story, just to arouse my anger, to test my level of jealousy. |