“I said let me see that cunt of yours.”
His voice boomed in her ears, and trembling she complied.
Inga winced at the harsh grip on her hands which forced her skirt up higher. This was so not what she had envisioned when she signed up for some role play.
The cane struck her naked thighs, and she bit back a sob.
“Please, Master, no.”
A much harder strike left a red stripe behind.
Another blow followed, before the door flung open, and that so called Master was wrenched off her.
“There, I’ve got you, little one.”
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