She wasn’t going to call it. She was going to take what her Mistress could dish out. Single tail, crop and caning, again and again she felt her skin tighten under the impact. She breathed deeply through clench teeth. She still would not relent. And even as she felt the spasms from her building orgasm, she still refused to call out the word.
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