Shirley froze. The slut knew it couldn't take much more.
There came the familiar rush of air. It clenched its buttocks and tightened
its sinews. All involuntary actions of course, but it was expecting excruciating pain any second.
The loud crack came but no pain !
Shirley shivered and sobbed. Partly in relief but realising the game was still not over the slut had yet to suffer the final cut.
The rod cut through the air once more. Only to cut into something other than Shirley's bleeding buttocks.
"God ! Get it over with !" she preyed.
Cruelly, Zelda walked away and poured herself a drink, lit a cigaret and looked at the fuck flesh draped over the back of her Chesterfield.
She prodded it and teased it for some time . the time seemed to Shirley ,like hours. T.B.C.
