” She looked at him with incredulity… thinking, thank him the bastard is whipping me and wants my thanks… by now the effects of the first stroke...had dulled, the red mark that was left still stung but it was minor now, so she said, “One sir, thank you!” he grinned, then with a flick of his wrist the long leather lash snaked through the air and with a ‘smack’ the tip found its mark fairly accurately beside the first but nearer the belly button. “ow, two sir.” He waited and when she had settled. So, at least from what she could see she looked as she remembered and didn't seem to have any memory problems except for the knowledge of how she got here.There was most likely no one that would come looking for her, she had no family and didn't have many friends at least none that cared very much. She wasn't attached to where she lived before much anyway so she couldn't really be upset at her loss, she didn't like to dwell on the past either not that she liked where she had been in her life. He could see her side-on and she had looked so down. But as soon as she noticed him she'd changed and became quite bright and chatty.Now he watched her as she progressed along the shelves, turning round every now and then to glance around. Once, he was convinced she had seen him but her eyes moved past with no sign of recognition. Of course he was dressed much more casually than when she usually saw him.She stopped at a section of shelves just across from him and he could see that her eyes were. The metal clasp now snug over your hip as I ran my hands over and around your ass, ensuring the snug fit that this particular skirt would produce in showing off those attractive and muscular legs that I enjoyed. The smooth curves of your tight ass and round hips filled out this skirt in the way that I desired. Perhaps later, I would remove them but not as gently.I stood up. Your eyes now looking up into mine, your arms slowly beginning to wrap around my neck as your head tilted to one side..