He bound her hands again, this time behind her, then spread her legs and bound those as well. She was on her back now, her thighs far apart and her pussy open and available. Zak reached onto the pouch at his belt and pulled out a thin, stiff strip of leather. Technology had its advantages, but sometimes the old ways were best.
“What do you resist?” he asked.
She didn’t say anything, but merely looked at the ceiling.
“Answer me.” He flicked the leather at the top of her shaven mound and she cried out. A tiny red mark bloomed on the baby soft skin. When she didn’t answer, he leveled the next stinging blow at her exposed clit, and she wailed at the sensation.
He watched her. She was sobbing by the third blow, but when the leather landed on her inner labia, it made a wet slapping sound. Her pussy was sopping now as he spanked it, her hips jerking off the bed toward each blow, gyrating away and then, between spanks, thrusting in his direction as if inviting them.
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