THE COLD LEATHER SEAT OF THE WHIPPING HORSE ECHOED THE BEATING OF SHIRLEY'S EXCITED HEART.
In the silence of the empty cellar, she heard only It's heavy thumping which seemed to bounce off the raw brick dungeon walls.
The footsteps of Zelda as she approached her slut created a counter rhythm which grew louder until all went quiet as Zelda spoke......
"You know why you are to be beaten. Don't you!"
"Yes Mistress"
"Tell your Mistress why you are to be beaten"
As she spoke, she brushed Shirley's bottom with the crop.
"Your slut is to be beaten because it was impudent and showed unworthiness to its Mistress"
Zelda paused and gave the buttocks a quick flick.
"That is partly true Slut." she agreed.
"But the main reason is simply that I can and I want to. Also I know that you want it ! Am I right ?"
"Yes Mistress. You are right. I do want you to beat me. I love my Mistress"
"You will repeat that after every stroke.''
With that she proceeded to slowly flay the buttocks of her slut.
Shirley quoted her statement after each lash.
"I do want you to beat me.I love my Mistress.
As the following lash beat down, Zelda gave her reply.....
" And your Mistress loves you."
The session could have developed, but they had run out of time. They were due to be ready for the first clients. After 50 lashes
there was just time to massage Shirley's red raw buttocks with healing creams.
With her chastity plug and cock cage still firmly in place, that area of her flesh won't be getting much use on this shift.
T.B.C.
