#321216 - It hurts Master, she squealed hopelessly, but the whip was already arcing through the air towards her right breast, she shuddered and screamed, but now he was into his rhythm, left, right, left, right, red marks began to criss cross her pink breasts and he noted with pleasure that her nipples were slowly stiffening. She did as he ordered, not fearfully now but trusting, and he led her away down the carpeted corridor and the stairs, Ah Penelope meet Mrs Hastings, our cook and housekeeper, she brought your toast this morning. She still wore her yellow party dress, and her black bomber jacket, even her high heels, only her pretty pink panties lay on the soiled stone floor where she had taken them down to answer a call of nature and she hadn't been able to pick them up again.
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