Sam wandered down the hall and stopped in the bathroom. The humidity from a recent shower hung in the air. A wet towel lay on the floor. He picked it ...p, and smiled. ‘She’s not a neat freak.’ The hinges of Sherry’s bedroom door complained briefly as he peeked in. The air conditioner muted the sound. She lay on her stomach, facing away, covered in quilt. Her bare arms hugged the pillow. A tremor began in her right leg, then the left. The left hand slapped the mattress. Quickly, the motions. She’s well disciplined. Did you enjoy it? Was that your first taste of pussy?”“Yes I enjoyed it. No, she had me eat out Candy first.” ‘Crack' said the whip as it struck across both cheeks, stunning Stace so much that she didn’t even correct herself just cried ‘OW!' and bit her lip, hard. “Flip over, slut.” Stacey obeyed, even defiantly leaving her legs widely spread, and her neck arched vulnerably back in a show of surrender and trust. She whipped her belly, ribs, and breasts in rapid. Race shouldn’t have anything to do with it. However, I do have my preferences. I need a smart, strong Black man to stand by my side. As my equal. My lover. My protector. A lioness needs her lion. And I accept no substitute. Recently, I’ve befriended a young Black man who’s quite promising. His name is Raphael Stephens. He’s six-foot-three, broad-shouldered and dark-skinned. A little bit chubby but pretty in the face. He transferred to Boston College from Georgia Tech. Like me, he’s an. Abruptly I hear a slightly different swishing sound which catches me off guard after nearly being lulled to sleep.The flogger hits, pain searing down my upper leg. I let out a yelp. It doesn't feel the same.Another stroke hits my bottom, which makes me grit my teeth. I receive another ten of these which make my backside burn painfully."Do you enjoy being flogged?"I shake my head vigorously as she continues to strike me, each tail stinging along my skin. This couldn't be the same flogger. It.