stopped and sat up in the bed, her delightfully full breasts swelling as she rested her back against the wooden headboard. Lillian as naturally rested her head on Sonia's breasts.
'It was then that she walked over to me.'
'Who?'
'Anna of course. Her eyes smiled at me. She reached over and grabbed my hand. My heart was beating frantically. I had no idea what she was going to do or what she wanted to do. Part of me thought I should escape from the madhouse that I seemed to have found myself in. The other half was tremendously excited to be there, to watch another woman have such pain inflicted on her, and by somebody that I had previously thought of as being so innocent. Anna Bertini held me by the hand, then she took my fingers in her own and slowly and calmly placed the handle of the whip in my palm.
'"Everton," she commanded, "spread her legs!" The girl had been lying in a prone position, her head resting against the wood of the table, her bottom arched over its edge. She lay as still as she possibly could, although I could see how heavily she was breathing. Everton pulled up the bottom of her skirt as if he was doing some daily chore. He pulled up her dress so that it lay crumpled at her waist. She had a beautifully firm young bottom, this girl. Everton spread her legs apart and I could see everything, the full buttocks, her dark sex between, the golden stud on her engorged sex lips, the little fleshy jut of her bottom hole.
'It was then that Anna turned to me. "You know what to do, my dear. Don't be so shy." I held the riding crop in my hand. I was shaking. I knew that Anna Bertini wanted me to whip the girl, but I could not understand why. I looked at Everton but his gaze remained as impassive as ever. Then I looked at Willingham who looked at me encouragingly. I really didn't know what to do. I thought about Sabrina. I didn't know such terms as dominant and submissive then. From what I know I can tell you that Sabrina was a classic submissive, that she was enjoying going through this ordeal, but I did not know then. I looked at her exposed bottom before me, the arch of her buttocks, the heavy heaving of her upper torso, her beautiful flowing hair.
'"Well, don't just stand there my dear, lash her!" Willingham commanded, his eyes smiling at me, his tone deceptively warm and friendly.
'I didn't know what to do. I stood there transfixed, watching Sabrina's beautiful body quivering before me. I felt a rush of adrenaline pulse through me. I was blushing. I felt a hot, sick tension rising in my chest. I lifted the riding crop up to shoulder level. "No, not like that. Straighten your arm," Willingham instructed me. "Everton, show her what to do!"
'Everton stood behind me. I could feel the heat of his body pressing against mine as he took my arm and pulled it further back, straightened it, then pulled my body straight. "Now hit her," Willingham shouted.
'Lillian, I had never known anything like it in my life. It excited me and I felt so sinful feeling so excited. I brought the whip down on Sabrina's bare bottom, listened to the leather as it whirred through the air and came down on the beautiful tawny flesh of Sabrina's bottom. "Bravo, again," Willingham said, squeezing the girl's flesh between his wrinkled hands. Everton had resumed standing on her other side, holding Sabrina's other leg so that it was futile for her to try and escape.
'I could see how jealous Anna Bertini looked as I lashed the girl for a second time. I caught her greedy stare from the corner of my eye. The second lash caught Sabrina just below her bottom at the top of her thighs. I saw her body jolt up with the force of the blow.
'"Do you like it my dear?" Willingham asked me. I didn't know how to respond, what the expected answer was. Whipping Sabrina like that caused such a mixture of tumultuous emotions in me it would be difficult to say whether I liked it or not. It was terribly exciting. It made me feel dizzy. I had never even known that I would
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