She braced herself against the inevitable pain. Clyde aimed the first stroke right across Emma’s breasts. Most of the leather strips found their way...directly to her flesh, the knots at their ends stinging her violently, but some tangled with the chain on her nipple clamps, increasing the pressure on her tender tits. Her body stiffened in agony as she screamed for the hundredth time and begged her tormentor to stop. Clyde ignored her pleas, and kept on whipping her. The strands of leather fell. He kisses and caresses me tenderly and gently. I like it. I love and adore it. Nothing could be any much better; nothing could be this more thrilling and desirous. I can't breathe. I can only look and stare up into those dark, mannish, and lush-like eyes of him. Oh my goodness! I don't know what to literally think or do right now. I don't ... I don't ... I don't know ... Damn it!He kisses me right then, gently and steadily—passionately and brilliantly. I kiss him back, pushing and shoving and. "Coochie, coochie, coo," I said as I ran my fingers up and down her skin.Catherine shrieked a little louder but didn't jerk around nearly as much as I thought she would. I realized that the mud bath as attractive as it was was protecting her skin. I laughed to myself as I stepped back and then headed for the water hose. "No daddy don't, Catherine yelled as I picked up the hose and headed toward her.The weather was warm but it was still early enough in the year for the water to be cold. "Time to. I had no time to prepare. This uh,., this isn’t what it looks like...”SLAP! A firm slap prevented him from further mumbling or manufacturing any more excuses. It was time for the Lady to get to work. “After what I had heard about your recent behavior, I did not WANT you to have any extra time to prepare. In fact, it is now painfully clear to me that giving you time to prepare before my previous visits has only allowed you to hide the truth from me. You know our arrangement, the rules I have.