“Get on the bed,” he said with unmistakable command. “Head down, arse up, legs spread wide.”
Giving him a quick salute would probably result in an increased punishment, so Hannah resisted the urge and obediently climbed up onto the bed. As she crawled into position, she spotted something lying on the pillows that made her heart thud. She looked back over her shoulder at Cameron.
“What is that thing?” she asked.
Saying nothing, he walked past her and picked up the object. It was a long strip of stiff leather, split partway along to create two separate tails. At its end was a braided handle. Cameron slapped it down onto his palm, giving her a taste of the sharp smacking noise it made on impact. The blood drained from her face.
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