All the stories she had read, had begun with flogging or cropping. She loved how wet that made her to hear them whimper. After all, you have to break ...hem before you can make them yours.Sophi retrieved a crop from the back side of the sculpture, her knife still held in her other hand. His eyes were wide with fear, knowing just how much those can hurt from unskilled hands. Even more from the most skilled hands. But his cock twitched again. He had been experiencing self-inflicted pain for so. He got hold of my hands and slowly pushed down sideways to pin my hands on the bed. He bent down closer to me and this time smooched my soft lips really hard. That was a wonderful feeling. I was going mad and whole body was boiling. I am sure he must felt the heat of my body even though we were still dressed up. I was slowly losing my control over my body and was responding to his moves. Still holding on to my hands pinned down to the bed on either side he moved his lips to my ears and bit my. He said, "That's too bad. Louie, go get the baseball bat!"As Louie left the room Maggie asked in a frightened voice, "What are you going to do?"Mike told her that he was going to break both of my legs and, "make an example of this limp dick you married. When everyone sees him hobbling around on crutches with a cast on each leg I don't figure anyone else will welch on their bets."Maggie asked how much I owed and Mike told her. "You got the money to bail him out?' and when Maggie said no Mike. I drafted a text to him saying, “hey stranger, really miss how you used to fuck me. I get married in a few days to George but id really love one last fuck before I do xxx”. My thumb hovered over the send button for an age but despite my conflicting emotions I sent the message. Maz didn’t reply and I felt stupid for even texting him. It was the day of the wedding and I was in the final stages of getting ready. There I stood in my wedding dress, bridal lingerie underneath with ivory stockings to.