He screamed, but didn't move.He screamed, but didn't move. She took her second. Again. Again. And her fifth stroke, a burning slash against his back that left him shuddering and moaning as he seemed to collapse against the rack. She handed me the whip. I stepped back and said, "One." It came down hard against his back as I put my arm into it, hitting him harder than she had. He screamed again, and shuddered. "Two." The slash came down over his left shoulder, and he screamed louder, throwing his head back. "Three." Again, he howled. "Four." Again. "Five!" I snarled, coming down just to the right of his spine, over his shoulder, as hard as I could. He just groaned and laid against the rack, gasping. |