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“
You
look
mighty
fine
trussed
up
like
this
,
Miss
Steele
.
And
your
smart
mouth
quiet
for
now
.
I
like
that
.
”
Standing
in
front
of
me
again
,
he
hooks
his
fingers
into
my
panties
and
,
at
a
most
unhurried
pace
,
peels
them
down
my
legs
,
stripping
me
agonizingly
slowly
,
so
that
he
ends
up
kneeling
in
front
of
me
.
Not
taking
his
eyes
off
mine
,
he
scrunches
my
panties
in
his
hand
,
holds
them
up
to
his
nose
,
and
inhales
deeply
.
Holy
fuck
.
Did
he
just
do
that
?
He
grins
wickedly
at
me
and
tucks
them
into
the
pocket
of
his
jeans
.
Uncoiling
from
the
floor
,
rising
lazily
,
like
a
jungle
cat
,
he
points
the
end
of
the
riding
crop
at
my
navel
,
leisurely
circling
it
—
tantalizing
me
.
At
the
touch
of
the
leather
,
I
quiver
and
gasp
.
He
walks
around
me
again
,
trailing
the
crop
around
the
middle
of
my
body
.
On
his
second
circuit
,
he
suddenly
flicks
the
crop
,
and
it
hits
me
underneath
my
behind
…
against
my
sex
.
I
cry
out
in
surprise
as
all
my
nerve
endings
stand
to
attention
.
I
pull
against
the
restraints
.
The
shock
runs
through
me
,
and
it
’
s
the
sweetest
,
strangest
,
hedonistic
feeling
.
“
Quiet
,
”
he
whispers
as
he
walks
around
me
again
,
the
crop
slightly
higher
around
the
middle
of
my
body
.
This
time
when
he
flicks
it
against
me
in
the
same
place
,
I
’
m
anticipating
it
.
My
body
convulses
at
the
sweet
,
stinging
bite
.
As
he
makes
his
way
around
me
,
he
flicks
again
,
this
time
hitting
my
nipple
,
and
I
throw
my
head
back
as
my
nerve
endings
sing
.
He
hits
the
other
…
a
brief
,
swift
,
sweet
chastisement
.
My
nipples
harden
and
elongate
from
the
assault
,
and
I
moan
loudly
,
pulling
on
my
leather
cuffs
.
“
Does
that
feel
good
?
”
he
breathes
.
“
Yes
.
”
He
hits
me
again
across
the
buttocks
.
The
crop
stings
this
time
.
“
Yes
,
what
?
”
