Again you tense, but not as much as the first time. I repeat the action an additional three times, each time maintaining the level of force I use to w...ip your ass. Your tensing decreases with each strike, your ass slowly turning pink. “Very good slave,” I say to you as I walk in front of you, still holding the whip. “Thank you Master,” you say to me, your eyes locking with mine as I look at you. I spin the whip in my hand before quickly, and without warning, whipping you between your legs. You. I protect my identity religiously as an erotic author because included among the type of cocks and cunts who read my stories for excitement to improve their sex lives are also lots of unbalanced degenerates that would unmask me and expose me to my neighbors, friends, and business associates who would be repulsed if they knew about my far out voyeuristic sexual appetites that they would consider perverted and degenerate. I can't risk that happening. I don't know your real legal name, or where. But first I feel compelled to defend myself in the eyes of the reader. I suppose, if I'm going to give my side of things, I should revisit that fateful day that I first had my way with Dee sexually. You've heard her version, and I must admit that she made a rather accurate account of it; but now it's time you heard "the rest of the story." It certainly set the tone for the months that followed, and so I'll call your attention back to that day. But even before THAT, I think I'll do a bit of. .." Promise me that we can make love tonight." I promise." Promise me that you do your last surgery soon." I promise."With her last words Scott reached into his pocket and pulled out alittle box, "And promise me when you're ready that you will marry me."He opened up the box and showed her a diamond ring. She was cryingagain. She had never been sure how this night would turn out, but shehad never thought it would end like this. She couldn't compose herselffor a moment. "I promise," finally.