“That tickles!”
She stepped back and smiled, but her voice had an edge to it. “Shut up. Hold still.”
He was spread-eagled on the cross, the manacles barely holding him to the wood as she worked on him. He tried not to wiggle, but the light touch was driving him insane.
“Mistress!”
A loud smack sounded through the room as she left a hand print on his bare ass. “I told you to shut up!” Even though she was trying to sound stern, humor slipped in and a slight giggle came out. »Read More