‘And what will you do for me ... Mira?’

‘Anything you want, Master ... anything you desire.’

He held his hand out to receive the handle of a thin crop. He traced the leather over her breasts and then walked round, making her shiver as the crop ran across her shoulder blades. The sharp snap was followed by an intake of breath as the crop sliced her lower back, just above the arch of her buttocks. He moved to the front and put the end of the crop under her chin, lifting her head and turning it to the side. From the corner of her eye she saw the crop slice round and held her breath a moment before the crop found her breasts. The soft flesh sank beneath the leather, quickly reforming as the crop was pulled back. A line of white appeared upon her skin, quickly turning red and then purple as beads of blood appeared beneath the surface. He noticed the tears appear in the corners of her eyes and a pleasurable quiver ran along his arm as he lifted the crop again. He paused when she held her breath and then, just at that moment when she breathed out, he lashed the crop across her breasts. A tiny cry escaped her but a small smile played over her lips as she looked up at him.

‘Thank you, Master,’ she whispered.

‘You thank me now?’

‘I thank you for what is to come, Master.’

He bent the crop between his hands and then ordered her onto her hands and knees. He took a moment to enjoy the sight of her smooth, unmarked buttocks that quivered expectantly. Then he let loose with the crop, turning his body as he struck and making her cry out as it sliced centrally across her mounds. Her head flew back, her eyes screwed tightly shut as a ripple of dark desire ran down her spine. Further lashes found her skin, barely inches apart. Each one making her cry out, each one sending more juice sliding down her gorgeous thighs. Eventually, breathless with desire, he shed his lower clothes and knelt behind her. His palms slapped against her ruined buttocks, pushing them apart to reveal the soaking entrance below. He slid easily into her and rode her firmly, making her climax twice before he shot his seed deep inside. Grunting with satisfaction, he pulled back and dressed before nodding at the other men. ‘And that, gentleman, is what any woman who chooses to enter the Master’s Club should expect.’