“Raven commanded.
Susan pushed her head deep into the pillow, kneeling on the bed, leaving her ass in the air.
Raven swung the riding crop in a high reaching arc downward and it stuck Susan’s white flesh with a pop!
Susan screamed. She squeezed the sheets in her fists and took shallow breaths through her wet, pursed lips, mitigating the intense pain. This was her eighth lash; she had two more coming.
“It will be a while before you disobey me again, right, slut?”
“Yes, Mistress Raven.”
The riding crop whipped through the air in another arc and made contact with Susan’s ass.
Susan emitted a guttural groan of pain before babbling incoherently.
Raven allowed Susan to regain her composure. The pain would be more terrible that way. Pain had a way of blurring together as it passed the threshold of misery.
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