His fingers dug into the sore, reddened globes of flesh on her rear, as if teasing her pain, before roughly pulling them apart and exposing her with the same, gross indecency as the night before.

"No, sir, please not that aga—"

It wasn't his hand against her backside this time.

It was the cold, uncaring strike of his suspender, so sharp it seemed to slice through her very flesh.

And Lena's exhausted eyes immediately flooded with fresh, stinging tears.

She clenched her fists and helplessly screamed as one strike quickly grew to three, then five, and eventually seven, the tie around her arms seeming to torture her just as strongly...