She was already wearing a traditional black corset and thigh length stiletto boots which are almost de rigour for ladies of her profession. “Right, other hand,” she spoke. That of course is the whole point, he was going to get a leathering whatever excuse he came up with. The only way he could do this was to support his right hand by holding his left arm underneath the elbow. The look of fear on his face was palpable as the black leather impacted his skin ringing out a sharp crack which reverberated around the room. It was time for change of hands. It had taken just a microsecond for the pain to register in his brain. “Six thank you Mistress.” The slave breathed a momentary sigh of relief. That of course is the whole point, he was going to get a leathering whatever excuse he came up with.
