A brief interlude of rest

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4 minutes, that was how long she stll had, and than her punishment would continue. She shuddered. The pain had just less or more subsided, but she held her legs crossed, and her hands gently covered her tits.

She was gratefull that her master had left her arms and legs free, and that he trusted her to refrain from shielding herself during punishment.

She had looked him in the eye without being allowed, it had happened over breakfast, and he had simply warned her not to do that again. And than it had happened again over lunch. She understood the necessity for the punishment, but still it hurt.

It would probably be another 3 minutes now...

She closed her eyes and focussed on her breathing, it was controlled. She wanted to make it through the final bouth without screaming or crying.

She had made it through 2 sets already, only 1 more to go. 10 lashes on her freshly shaved pussy, and than 10 lashes on each breast. Just 30 more lashes, and she could leave her disrespect behind her, and resume her place as his houseslave.

And with that, the door opened as he walked back in. She opened her legs, and put her arms besides her, and with each wack, she gritted her teeth, and mentally counted down, 29, 28, 27,...