Chapter 33 Wedding Night Punishment Part Three

• Annie
• And begin he does. He alternates bringing the evil implement down on each globe of my ass with a loud crack that brings fourth a painful stinging sensation.
• I gulp. This hurts far worse than his hand and even his belt and I find myself struggling to remain still, but I know I must. The crop is much like his belt, but every blow is concentrated on a small area. Every time it lands it feels like I'm being set ablaze and stung by a thousand bees all at once. I feel bad for horses. This cruel weapon shouldn't be used on anyone.