ZELDA TOOK THE ROD AND MADE AS TO STRIKE. BUT SHE DIDN'T.
She she slowly stroked Shirley's bottom with the tip. She gave the flesh a few sharp flicks on the target area. The slut tensed and prepared its self to receive the second deep cut. It heard the whistle as the instrument cut through the air. It heard the crack as it landed but felt nothing! Zelda had struck the back of the Chesterfield.
Her cruel joke was spoiled when she saw the damage she had done to the leather sofa !
It adequately demonstrated the force that it impaled on the sluts bottom. It had cut through the leather like a razor !
Shirley had not seen this. Probably, just as well. Zelda perpetuated the joke by placing the rod between the clenched teeth of the slut.
She watched it tremble and shiver. Shocked and unaware that what was between its teeth was the dreaded instrument. It was still waiting for the next strike. It went into a series of short spasms. The waiting was more cruel than the cut.
The slut felt Zelda's tongue sliding softly over its bottom. It slipped across the first cut and up and down the cleavage. It teased its ring. Not quite penetrating. Zelda's fingers stretching and separating the buttocks as she licked at the sluts entrance. T.B.C.
