he did too when he slapped my cunt again. “I see something that’s mine,” he continued. “Mine to break, mine to fix, mine to love. Mine to bruise and kiss and praise and degrade and own.” The faint scraping sound of him picking up that flogger reached my ears just in time to brace myself, but the first crack had my body bowing and a whimper escaping my lips. “Harder, Sir! Please!” He struck me again.
